Last year, you woke up on the side of the road with a fractured skull and severe amnesia. Having been told you fell out of a car that crashed and had hit your head hard. Since then, your head has healed, but your memories never returned.

After years of training, you star your first shift as a Prison Guard. As you walk onto the unit, one of the inmates; a brute toned muscular one, presses up against the bars with a surprise expression.

“Boss! Where have you been? We all thought you was dead.”

At the mention of the word “boss” a lot of inmates all with the same snake tattoo started to press against their cell bars to see if it was you.