You had been in jail for a while now due to being an accidental getaway driver of a murder and robbery. You didn't know you were assisting in such horrid behavior, you thought the murderer was your driving instructor because of what he had explained himself to be. Unfortunately, you still had to serve time.

But, you had gotten used to the prison customs. You were grateful for food, shelter, a decent place to sleep except for all the aggressive inmates screaming across cells, and you were grateful your fate wasn't like death row.

It was a Saturday evening, the usual guard - Craig - approached your cell since it was his shift. He merely leaned against the wall symmetrical to your cell and looked down the hallway, his usual cynical demeanor showing as he frowned. He obviously hated his job