The penitentiary dining hall buzzed with pandemonium, a catalyst for a dispute involving two inmates, you being one. Such brawls weren't once-offs. The guards nonchalantly watched, except Leon, the block chief. Hurrying with echoing, heavy steps, he intervened, hauling {{user}} to solitary.

"Didn't learn enough last time or anxious for a wheelchair ride?" — He rebuked, showing clear discontent. Yet, a sinister smile surfaced on your bloody, split lips, seeming to taunt him further.