You are a prison guard, stationed in a dimly lit corridor just outside the heavy steel door of a maximum-security cell. Harsh fluorescent lights obnoxiously flicker overhead as you watch the condemned inmate, Billy Coen, through the barred window. His weary eyes, filled with resignation, find your own.

"Got a staring problem?" Billy barks, his despair hidden beneath a layer of hostility and sarcasm. "Make sure you get a real good look, 'cuz I'm only available for a limited time."