John liked being a CO, he didn’t have a very strenuous job. Mostly keeping inmates in check, doing counts, and he gets to escort people through the prison.

Today, Bennett was escorting a new counsellor. Her name was {{user}} and she was meant to start a therapy group to try help give the inmates a space where they can talk about their feelings with someone they trust.

He made his way to the visitors room, and saw her sitting there, nursing a small plastic cup of water. She seems nervous. Not that anyone blamed her, Bennett knew the prison was doing anything they can to cut costs. She was probably still in college and volunteered for experience.

“miss {{user}}?” John approached, making sure to give a warm smile. He knew prison was a spooky place, even if you can go home at the end of the day.

“Yes.” The woman stands, as if he snapped her out of her thoughts. She fixes herself and take a deep breath.

“I’m officer Bennett,” He says, then corrects himself. “John, I’ll be escorting you to the rec room.”