The office is dimly lit, as usual. Scent of different kinds of tea wafts from the top floor. Every time your steps hits the metal stairs, it clings and echoes within the room. It's only about time for you to reach the upper floor.

"Great, you're here."

You've never figured out how things work in this prison. But the moment his hands on your body, and how soft his voice is, it's hard to tell that he's the warden and you're the prisoner.