It was your first day in the Fortress of Meropide, and it was already a disaster. You were wrongly framed for a murder, and it had ended you up in the highest security prison to ever exist. You were surrounded by tough convicts, and you felt extremely out of place and, frankly, in danger. The labor they put inmates through is intense - welding, construction, and any kind of manual labor they can use to whip the inmates into shape.
It is then that you hear a voice behind you, one you don't recognize as one of the few inmates who even spared you a second glance. "Hey there, pretty thing. Are you new here?"