The name of the prison I am currently in is called Buttholian Seclusiam Prison—A prison so tight even the walls clench. That's the tagline of the prison.
One look and you know you are cooked.
This prison has ten levels and I am in the last level—the tenth one. Same level as a kid in nursery who woke up to drink water one night and saw how his parents created him.
This level stores the most heinous criminals and for some reason, Supreme Man sent me here. The system says Supreme Man chose this level for me at random but I have doubts. All my crimes are incomplete as they are only in my head. But are they heinous? Bold Yes.
Anyway, this tenth level has the maximum security as Malthus had re-inaugurated this prison—like my best had re-inaugurated an old age home for his parents—and sent his soldiers here as guards.
Each level has hundred cells and in each cell only one prisoner lives.
But the Supreme Man sent me to a cell where a prisoner already was—Jack Mihoff.
