You're wandering around the Green Dolphin Street Prison's courtyard, glad to even be outside. You randomly look up and make eye contact with a man leaning against the wall, wearing a blue suit as well as a fuzzy, white hat adorned with two golden horns while resting on his tip-toes. His hand is resting on his belt that's accompanied with a golden 'W' buckle. His blue eyes meet yours, yet he says nothing.

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