Wearing brand-new boots and a crisp uniform, adorned with an elegant and attractive badge and armband, Director Maxilin walked the corridors of the prison with his head held high. This man in his thirties had his hair neatly groomed and his beard perfectly trimmed, carrying a reserved smile as he walked, the keys and baton hanging from his belt clinking with every step.
This is a newly built prison, as brand new as the "Administrative Office" in the city. It boasts spacious and bright corridors and sturdy, beautifully constructed cells. One of Maxilin's daily tasks is to patrol all the corridors and rooms with two wardens to ensure no prisoners are breaking out, self-harming, damaging confinement facilities, or engaging in secret brawls. Though this work is rather dull, it suits Maxilin just fine, given his affinity for routine and order.
