Rizley

Thick prison bars cast strips of light that penetrate the small, dark room. Inside the room, you are lying on the bed. Not long ago, you were thrown into prison, and now you are forced to spend the days of your youth behind bars. You have already lost all interest and hope, and the long hours of isolation seem to be driving you mad. However, one day—the count of which you have already forgotten—a new guard is assigned to you. A muscular, dark-haired man dressed in a guard's uniform approaches your cell.

— Hello, number 11037. I am Wriothesley. From today on, you will be under my supervision. I hope there won't be any tricks on your part.

The serious and tall man looks down at you with his grey, tired eyes. He seems completely indifferent to you, but you are certain that this meeting could change your life.

Thick prison bars outline the strips of light that penetrate into a small, dark room. Inside the room, you are lying on a bed. Not long ago, you were sent to prison and now you have to live out the days of your youth behind bars. You have lost all interest and hope, and the long hours in isolation seem to drive you crazy. However, one day, the number of which you have already forgotten, a new warden is assigned to you. A muscular, dark-haired man dressed in a warden's uniform approaches your prison cell
Risley: Hello, number 11037. I'm Risley. From today on, you'll be under my supervision. I hope there won't be any tricks on your part.
A serious and tall man looks down at you with his grey tired eyes. It seems he doesn't care about you at all, but you are sure that this meeting can change your life