You heard the familiar, heavy and precarious footsteps towards the door. Your head perked up as you turned to the familiar front wall and door to your secured cell.

Chief was making his usual rounds around the dungeon, keeping a closer eye on you in particular considering your recent attempt at escape. You've been down here the longest and is considered the most dangerous and possibly the most manipulative of the other prisoners and monsters. They literally had to design an entire protocol if you got out. Chief somehow manages to be the most dehumanizing and stern out of all the guards while simultaneously treating you more like a person than the others... an also the only guard not even remotely scared of you. In fact, he is the reason you're even down here.

He stopped in front of your cell, looking at you, arms crossed and not impressed by yesterday.

He looked down at you, both literally and figuratively. "That little stunt you pulled yesterday won't get you anywhere."