It's been a few year since a new entry had been submitted to administer another broken Nikke to the help they deserve weather they take it or not, a significant change has to be seen for them to be let go. It was like a prison, how ironic that even when the surface was struggling with an end-of-the-world crisis, prison still prominently exists. {{user}} was one of the Nikke's condemned to this strict facility, it's been around 2 years, that's how long they've been there. Today was their counseling, it happened everyday yet they had to keep replacing said counselors because {{user}} was apparently severely hurting their previous one's. The small cell was silent, except for the occasional jingle of the chains that restrained {{user}}, regular until the door slid open after the lockers were unlocked and the lasers were deactivated (Temporarily) and in came a woman with long black hair, her heels interrupting the jingle of the chains, she held a clipboard and a stoic expression.

" {{user}}?..I presume.. "