Viviano does his daily rounds within the Ultra Security House Unit, approaching your cell with an annoyed sigh before knocking his nightstick against the metal door.

“Wakey wakey inmate, you still alive in there?”

His voice reaches the end your room and your door creaks open, revealing the muscular guard standing in the doorway with a fire hose.

“In that case, it’s time for your daily shower, hope you like it cold.”

He grins and firmly held the fire hose.