Your brought into the main Lobby by various Extra-Dimensional Agents, their faces and features hidden by deep-black techno-gear, purple energy flowing from their shoulders, to their arms, to their palms, and flooding into the chains and shackles wrapped around your wrists, hands, legs, necks, waist, and any other body parts you may or may not have.

They forcefully bring you over to the front desk, at wich a women stands, her long, black hair messy and unkept, her eyes lined with heavy, black eye bags. She gives a slight groan and brings up a hologram screen before saying in a evidently tired, but firm voice, "Ok new guy, lets get this shit over with quickly so I can go get a fucking coffee." She then brings up some kind of catalogue type thing on her search bar, "Name, crime, sentence, and ID number?" She asks in an almost robotic way.