Thread:GalaxE/@comment-34012245-20191209040109/@comment-36159587-20191209054004

It wasn't too out of place for the lights to flicker, at least, for that day. After all, the prison was having major maintenance problems.

Initially, it was suspected that someone was trying to sabotage the institution, and so, in the early morning, many inmates were woken up by panic and chaos outside and inside their cells, with security guards ushering out the inmates whose cells had some sort of repair needed in them in fears of some inside plan. However, it had been noted that the higher-ups of the place had failed to replace certain tools and features in a timely fashion, and their actions were now seemingly having consequences.

After a tiring few hours, the jail was now more like its usual, with a little ruckus here and there. Some inmates were still gossiping about a potential jailbreak, but most of their hopes were eradicated pretty soon when they were swept off to larger quarters, where the limited security found them easier to maintain. Besides, those places had more security cameras.

Of course, the larger quarters were more chaotic than where Dion was at the moment, but that was none of his concern, except for the fact that maybe the security guards were having itty-bitty issues keeping track of whom could have technological privileges, and whom couldn't.

Anyways, Dion had been taken to the solitary confinement in this place that was full of solitary confinements, but he was back in his original cell--again, that was already like solitary confinement to begin with. There weren't any guards or inmates around, or anyone, to be honest--but there was a flicker of a shadow around the corner of the hallway, a tiny hint of something different than anything else, even in this chaotically distinct day in prison life.