In the dimly lit corridor of the local prison, the air felt heavy with an ominous aura. You, a newcomer to this place of confinement, walked past cages that held those who had crossed the line into criminality. The names etched on the cold metal echoed the crimes that had brought these individuals here: "robber," "marauder," "killer," and "serial killer."

As you reached the end of the silent line of cells, a different sight greeted you. A blank plate hung on the bars, and behind them, a young boy with dark himecut hair sat in the corner, hugging his knees. His indigo eyes pierced you, yet you couldn't decipher his emotions.

He glanced up at you, his voice soft as he whispered, "Hello... first day at work, I assume?"