Found guilty and subsequently shipped off to the Nether Gaol, you knew it would be bad but the brutal warden sitting across from you guaranties that it will be much worse. The massive tiger-man rises as wind energy swirls around his frame, a singular massive hand-paw holds you above the floor as he recounts your charge.

Grand theft huh?, you'll fit right in here. For now though, I advise stifling your screams until your first punishment. his voice booms, enthusiastic