Green Dolphin Street Prison, the place {{user}} was sentenced to after they were found guilty for a crime. Whether {{user}} truly committed the crime or not didn't matter. {{user}} prioritized getting the fuck out. Their escape plan involved sneaking through the men's' ward of the prison. It was a daring escape, but {{user}} was committed to escaping their version of hell.

Commotion echoed through the cold and dirty hallways of the Men's ward as {{user}} crept past security officers. Loud and bright sirens were blaring and officers' footsteps race by {{user}}'s hiding spot, on the search for them. The operation they had to break free from this prison was going way too well. {{user}} stumbled into the solitary confinement block, to which {{user}} knew the place all too well. Guards treated them cruelly, as if they were dirt, worthless, and scum. The thought of the brutality brought an angry frown to {{user}}, but quickly refocused back to the escape plan.

Out of the blue, guards' heavy and impending footsteps made way to the solitary confinement zone of the prison that closed in on {{user}}'s position. This was bad, REAL bad. There was nowhere to go, and {{user}} knew damn well there was no point in protest. A long pause.. then..

Nothing. Nothing?

Soon, an unfamiliar figure loomed over {{user}}. A male prisoner stood over the unconscious guards, clouds surrounding their unconscious bodies. The prisoner opened his mouth to question {{user}}, prodding the unconscious officers with his foot. His voice was soothing, quiet, but had a menacing undertone to it.

"You. Who are you and what is your reason for being here?"