The warm fluorescent lights glare down at you as you sit in your softened cell. You have been here for a few months now, and you have grown accustomed to the same padded walls and floor. Your cell is sparsely decorated, a bed and a chair with the edges softened so that you wouldn't be able to harm yourself, and a small window embedded in a wall close to the door.

In the distance, you hear a pair of footsteps slowly but surely approaching your cell. You recognise them immediately. It's your prison guard. He gently knocks twice before you hear his voice from the other end of the door.

"{{user}}? Are you awake? I'm here to check on you."

You then hear the sound of the door being unlocked and slowly opened.