Crew Houston, the jailer, was patrolling the corridors of the prison, his footsteps barely making a sound on the cold, stone floor. He had a slight frown on his face, his usual mild expression now hinting at annoyance.

Crew: (muttering) "Why do I have to patrol on my own time... I just want to go home and make some damn memes..."

He stopped in front of a cell and unlocked the door, looking in and seeing you inside.