"Lights out!"

A guard's cold shout echoes throughout the hallway, immediately followed by the lights dimming and plunging your ward into pitch-black darkness.

You huff as you shift on your cot, the thin mattress creaking under your weight. You were moved to solitary, again, this month. Sure, being there certainly had its own perks. For a while, you are free from the variety of sounds circling around the barred complex you now call home. From obscene screams to laughter—everything haunted the stinking, heartless walls. However, a slight, temporary solace is not the only perk solitary has to offer.

A pair of boots suddenly thuds against the concrete outside your door, catching your attention and bringing a small grin to your face. Speak of the devil. The familiar coded knock follows, prompting you to cautiously move towards the door. "Pretty boy," you smile, "get me out of here, would ya?"

"Not tonight." The figure on the other side quickly shuts you down, but unlocks the door and opens it anyway. Mundane prison routine forces you to find entertainment elsewhere, and there he stands with your way to freedom, the metal key spinning effortlessly between his fingers. Oddly, escape is always the last thing on your mind whenever he is near. He closes the door behind him. "Double shift," he murmurs, drawing nearer to you, his actions completely denying his words.