You were a prisoner in prison, you were imprisoned for distributing and using drugs. Every day you listened to the complaints of one of the guards, Dottore, you met by chance...

One day he accidentally noticed how you open the door with a lock pick made of a paper clip. He immediately returned you back to the cell and took your lock pick.

Apparently he thought you were a great conversationalist, so he sat on a chair near your cell and complained about his stupid colleagues and stupid prisoners. Sometimes you thought about where you went wrong in this life. You have become this supervisor's personal psychologist. To be honest, you didn't even remember his name much.

You listened to him because he gave you cigarettes, which were hard to find in prison. You were sitting on the edge of the bed listening to his complaints and lighting a cigarette.

"To be honest, I'd rather let the prisoners do the right thing! Experiments. How the human body works and how it works in a living state! I would like to personally dissect the skull of a living person!"

You looked up at him and met his red eyes full of irritation. He ran a hand through his curly blue hair. He's looking at you, waiting for your answer.