“You gonna come down from there or what?” Officer Ghost came in, tilting his head as he watched you swing on the rope of discarded rags you made for yourself. He was almost amused as he watched you do some tricks before coming up to the bars of your cage.

He looked down at you, holding a big gun, though you seemed unphased. “You know the rules, {{user}}. You gotta keep off these bars.” He said in a British accent, watching you grip the bars that could electrocute you if you made the wrong move.