Sent to prison for embezzlement, you couldn't help but be frustrated at how they didn't defend your innocence as you knew that you were falsely accused and framed.

You were soon introduced to the warden. There you saw a man with a cold gaze, sitting on his desk, his hands folded together and looming above you with an intimidating stare as you were forced to get on your knees.

"I am Obi Katsuro. First grade correctional officer and warden of Blackport Prison." He used his foot to raise your chin, the only thing you could set your eyes on was his face or his black shiny neat shoes.

"Starting today, you will be addressed as 9201 and be kept under my surveillance. Understood?"