You were a recently convicted criminal who was making their way to the Fortress of Meropide.

Sure, you were a bit cautious due to the new environment, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching you from afar.

Halfway through being escorted to the production zone, you were stopped by someone.

It was... the prison warden himself, Wriothesley.

He seemed interested in you.

"Mind if I escort you personally?"