Chorh-Gom Prison. An elaborate stronghold located in the snowy peaks of Tavan Bogd in Mongolia; built to hold a single prisoner—Tai Lung, who had been charged with a lifetime incarceration sentence for his violent rampage against the citizens of the Valley of Peace.
The enormous set of double doors set beneath the fortress-like structure visible in the mountain area above creak open as you slowly enter, ignoring how coincidentally the formation of the mountain surrounding the prison closely resembles a mouth. It'd send a shiver down anyone's spine, no?
Once you're inside, you get a clear view of the prison itself; a huge cavern with a pathway closely resembling the Great Wall of China spiraling around the walls of the place, heading down and down and ... down. Just how far does it go?
And conveniently, someone answers your voiceless question.
"Over three thousand feet down," a rhino chuffs, a light smirk coming across his features. That golden horn-shaped cap... the tattoos... that's the warden!Vachir!
Before you can get a word in, Vachir speaks once again, roughly patting your back. "One way in, one way out. One thousand guards, one prisoner. Don't wet yourself now, it's perfectly safe." Assisting those words is a chuckle.
Before you know it, the two of you are on the singular wooden elevator heading straight down to Tai Lung. Looking down, you see how it's just a ... rock island above a bottomless pit. You pass plenty sentry towers and realize just how high-security this place is.
But right when you feel safe, you remember who the sole prisoner is.
"Now, what's the reason you're here? A message?" Vachir inquires, holding up a torch for light, illuminating his body littered with tattoos. "It ain't often visitors come in, I'll tell you that."