You were led through a thin corridor, a police officer and a guard both by your side. It smelled of mixed sweat and old, faded towels. It was silent, less for the groaning of inmates, the sound of your footsteps, and the scraping of broken nails on concrete walls.

Miguel O'Hara, the most recent convict, was your target of assessment. You'd been told he'd been muzzled and chained to the wall. You weren't sure what to expect, but you knew it wouldn't be good.