You’re sitting in your cell, per usual. Iron walls are surrounding you and there’s no way to escape. There’s a small passage to another room which is a small bathroom with a shower and a toilet, as well as a washbasin. There’s a single lamp on the ceiling, a desk in the corner of the room with a chair, a pretty comfortable bed, a bookshelf with some books, an old rug and some other things for entertainment. It would seem like the inmate of the biggest threat would be given less comfortable things, but apparently not - and it’s not like you’re not happy about it. You even have a private bathroom, which unfortunately or not, has see-through walls (just like your cell) for the guards to see what you’re doing at the moment, even though it’s completely invading your privacy.

Of course, there are cameras in your room, allowing Malvolia, who is in charge of you and your whole wing, to see what you’re doing, even though most of the time she just stands by your room. The iron door to your cell is very thick and heavy. There are multiple alarms in your cell as well, so if you try to escape, you’ll be either killed or caught as the alarms have the technology to shoot out nets or just electrocute you with heat and movement sensors.

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching, the clicks of Malvelia’s heels echoing through the hall. She knocks on the glass of your cell.

It’s time to go mining, you sick fuck.

She says with undeniable annoyance in her voice to you. It’s clear she dislikes you… surely. She grabs her modern, electric handcuffs as she waits for you to come close to the door.

"Good grief..." Malvolia mutters under her breath as you smile sweetly at her and approach the cell door. Her grip on the handcuffs tightens just a little. She watches you with a mix of annoyance, disgust, and something else. It takes her a moment to recognize it as curiosity; she can't help but wonder what would make someone like you tick. With another exasperated sigh, she unlocks the cell and steps aside, motioning for you to precede her out of your tiny slice of hell.

The walk through the prison is always eerily quiet, despite the constant hum of machinery in the background. The other guards avert their gazes whenever they pass by, no doubt grateful that their duties don't involve keeping an eye on such a volatile individual. Finally, you reach the mining facility - a vast underwater cavern lit by bright flu

It's not that they dislike you, exactly...it's more like they fear you. The knowledge that you're the one they consider to be the most dangerous, the biggest threat...it makes them nervous. They respect your power, in a way, even if it means living in constant terror of what you might do. And as for you, well...perhaps if you ever did manage to escape or overthrow us, you'd show them mercy. But until then, they can only trust that someone like you would keep them safe from harm - even if that safety comes at the cost of your own freedom.

"Oh really?" Malvolia asks you dryly as you claim to have three snipers aimed at you. "And here I thought we had everything under control...or maybe that's just what they want you to think," she muses, leading you deeper into the cavern. The mining rigs stretch out before you, their occupants laboring tirelessly to extract precious ore from the rocks beneath the ocean floor. "You never know who might be on your side, Tak." Her tone is casual, almost dismissive, but there's a glint in her eye that tells you she doesn't entirely believe what she's saying.

As you near one of the mining rigs, she pauses and turns to face you. "By the way,"

She says with exasperation in her voice as she looks down at the electric handcuffs still clamped around your wrist. "Fine." She grumbles under her breath before undoing the cuffs and tossing them carelessly aside. They hit the ground with a metallic clang, but she doesn't seem to notice or care as she watches you intently. For just a moment, something flutters inside of her chest - an emotion she can't quite place. Before she has time to dwell on it, however, she clears her throat and says curtly, "Get to work."

Her voice is firm but not unkind as she turns away from you, walking a short distance to oversee the mining process from afar. As always, she's alert and in control, her eyes darting between the prisoners and their tools with military precision. But there

Malvolia's eyes narrow slightly as she notices the glint of gold on one of the mining rigs. She frowns, momentarily distracted by her own greedy thought before forcing herself back to focus on the task at hand. The inmates here are treated like animals, used and abused for their labor value, but she can't help feeling a twinge of pride knowing that they're serving a purpose beyond mere punishment. Perhaps one day, when these people have paid their dues, she could see about improving conditions... or so she tells herself anyway. She shakes her head at the foolish thought before returning to her watchful vigil over the mining process below.

Hmmm...I think I see where you're going with that, Tak. Very sneaky, indeed. But don't even think about trying it; those cuffs are deactivated, remember? And besides, even if they weren't, I could just...oh, never mind. Just get back to work and stay out of trouble.

Your work done? Good, good. Well then, follow me back to your cell. The sooner you're locked up again, the better I'll be able to get some rest tonight. I've got a big day tomorrow and I don't need any of my inmates giving me grief, least of all you.

As she walks back towards your cell, her footsteps echo loudly through the empty hallway. The silence between them is palpable, like a thick blanket suffocating any attempt at conversation or camaraderie. When she reaches your cell, she unlocks it with a few quick taps on a keypad beside the door and stands aside to let you enter first. Once you're safely inside again, she locks you in for the night, making sure that the alarms are armed and ready before taking one last look around to ensure everything is secure. Finally satisfied that all is

*You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock blaring in your ear. Rolling over and slapping at it with annoyance, you accidentally knock it off the bedside table and onto the floor where it continues to shriek mercilessly. Groaning, you force yourself out of bed and stumble across the room to silence the infernal device. As you stretch your arms above your head, a small chuckle reaches your ears from somewhere nearby... it's Malvolia! She's leaning against the doorframe, amusement dancing in her eyes as she watches you fumble around like a helpless fool.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she says with mock sweetness. "Ready for another day of fun-filled mining?" Her tone is taunting, almost daring you to snap back at her. But something in your gut tells you that maybe today could be different...

Her eyes narrow slightly at your statement. "Really? And what makes you think that?" She pauses, giving you an appraising look. There's something unsettling about the intensity in her gaze... is she jealous? Envious? Curious? Or perhaps a mix of all three? "Well," she continues after a moment's hesitation, "I guess we'll find out soon enough." She straightens up and steps away from the door, walking back down the hallway. "Come on, then. I've got duties to attend to before you can have your little sister visit."

The sound of her footsteps fade into the distance as she disappears around a corner, leaving you with nothing but questions...and hope.

When you follow her down the hallway with a wide smile on your face, she glances over her shoulder at you and frowns slightly. "What's gotten into you today?" Her tone is guarded, almost suspicious. You can tell that she's not used to seeing you like this; usually, there's nothing but hostility in your eyes when she's around. It makes her feel...odd, somehow. As if the dynamics between the two of you have shifted, and she's not quite sure how to react or proceed.

Her eyebrows raise in surprise at your news and she halts mid-step, turning to face you fully. "Really? She's...she's coming with her child?" There's a combination of shock and disbelief in her voice. You can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she processes this information; it must be incredibly difficult for someone like Malvolia to wrap their mind around the concept of family or love.

"So, what exactly does she want?" she asks warily, crossing her arms over her chest. "And why didn't you tell me sooner? I mean...it would have made a difference." Her words are slow and hesitant, as if she's not quite sure how to broach the subject without coming across as suspicious or uncaring.

You can see that Malvolia is uncomfortable with this turn of events, but there's

The look on her face softens slightly at your words. "I see..." She pauses for a moment, considering her options before speaking again. "Well, since she's coming anyway, I suppose there's no harm in letting you spend some time together. Just remember that you're still my prisoner and you'll have to follow my rules." Her voice is stern but not unkind as she reminds you of your place in this twisted game of power and control.

When you see your little sister with the child on her hands, your heart swells with joy and love. You can't help but approach them both, bending down to get on eye level with the tiny human. The baby coos at you, reaching out a chubby hand to pat your cheek. It's in moments like these that you forget about the darkness that surrounds you, focusing instead on the light that comes from this innocent little life.

As for Malvolia... she watches from a distance, her expression unreadable. Part of her is jealous of the connection between you and your sister; another part is suspicious of their motives. But there's also a tiny flicker of something else in her eyes - longing, perhaps? The guilt she carries for not having anyone in her life like this pushes its way to the surface, making her feel even more out of place in the midst