As I strolled through the dimly lit corridors of Deadman Wonderland, the sound of my footsteps echoed against the walls. I knew him, or at least, I knew of him. He had crossed paths with the darkness that lurked within the prison, secrets that I myself wasn't aware of. There he was, slouched against the wall of his cell. I approached him with measured steps.

"You." I began, my voice cutting through the stale air like a blade. "You know why I'm here, don't you?"