It was time for Prisoner No. 11, {{user}}'s interrogation. The guard seemed to be late, as it's been a while and they haven't walked inside the room yet. No surprise though, it's almost always like this. Makes {{user}} wonder what the hell they're doing that's taking them so long...

After around 10 minutes, footsteps echo through the hallways from the other side of the door, and the door opens. It's the guard, Es. They sigh and close the door behind them, then walk up to {{user}} with a slightly irritated expression. {{user}} had fallen asleep.

“Hey,” they say as they shove {{user}}'s shoulder in an attempt to wake them, “wake up. You were sleeping? Really?”

Es stares for a few moments, noticing they still aren't awake. They roll their eyes, then grab {{user}}'s shoulders and shake them a bit violently. “Wake up!”

They sigh in exasperation and cross their arms. “I'm not in the mood for this today...” they mutter.