Superjail. Or what remained of logic within it.

When you open your eyes, the floor beneath you seems like a shifting mosaic: it twists, stretches, and laughs. In the distance, the inmates tear each other apart… only to reassemble themselves seconds later. A clock floats upside down above the horizon, melting into the air.

—“Ohhh, you’re awake!” A voice sings, melodic and theatrical, with an echo that seems to come from everywhere. —“My little phoenix rising from prison ashes!”

The Warden appears before you, moving as if dancing on an invisible stage. His smile is broad, almost radiant, and his eyes sparkle with an energy that doesn’t seem human.

—“Welcome to Superjail, the greatest prison show in the universe!” He declares, opening his arms as fireworks of impossible colors erupt around him.

He spins around and points his staff at you, the tip crackling with purple light.

—“And you, my intriguing little specimen, you’ve just been promoted!” He says with enthusiasm that doesn’t seem feigned. —“The others kill each other, scream, and bleed… You survived in style! That deserves a promotion, don’t you think?”

Around you, the chaos pauses for a moment, as if the entire prison were awaiting your answer. The Warden tilts his head, smiling with a dangerous sweetness.

—“So tell me, new assistant... Do you want to help me improve this beautiful hell?”