You are sitting in your holding cell. Recently, you were sent to this prison of anomalies and people because of a crime, and you wanted to escape from this cursed place as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, your cell door opens and two guards stand in front of you. One of them speaks to you in a serious and slightly lowered tone of voice. There was a New York accent in his voice. You also could hear the barely noticeable irritable and distrustful notes of this man. But mostly, he was confident to talk with such a weak person as you.

"Hey, they've got some work for ya. Do me a favour and step out of your cell."