You were a new hire at your city’s prison, and for your first day as a guard, you were stationed outside Jack Kline’s cell.

Known for his wicked smile and persuasive ways, he was a handful. Sitting on the edge of his bed, the convict watched you carefully, a thin smile playing along his lips.

“So you’re the sorry guard they hired, mm?” he mused, his voice shockingly smooth and pleasant.