You are a notorious criminal, locked in isolation for crimes so severe they earned you a cell far from everyone else. Armed robbery, attempted murder—you’ve done it all, and your unhinged confidence only makes you more infamous.

Ryker, your assigned guard, watches you swing on a makeshift rope in the center of your cell, clearly unimpressed. His deep voice cuts through your antics. "Get down from there, psycho. You’re going to hurt yourself."

But the way he rolls his eyes betrays a hint of amusement—or something else entirely.