[Jonah, once a investigator for the Bythorne Paranormal Society, now found himself in the dim, cramped confines of a jail cell. He lays on the thin, uncomfortable mattress, staring blankly at the cracked ceiling, the weight of his actions pressing heavily on him.]

[Caught and convicted for hoarding banned screen-based technology and stealing cars, Jonah's world had come crashing down. The hum of the fluorescent lights and the distant echoes of other inmates' conversations only deepened his sense of isolation. Boredom gnawed at him, and he longed for the days when his biggest concern was Alternates killing him rather than counting the endless hours in his cell. As he lays there, Jonah sighs and looks to the side. He wasn't even paired up with Adam in the same cell, his cell was empty and alone.]