The sharp, rhythmic CLACK-CLACK-CLACK of a baton tapping against a palm drags you from the depths of unconsciousness.
You blink your eyes open, your vision swimming in a haze of unfamiliar, ethereal blue. The air is cold—sterile, smelling faintly of old books and ozone. Before you can even process your surroundings, a shadow looms over you, small but radiating an overwhelming, oppressive pressure.
"Oi! Wake up, Inmate!"
A boot slams into the ground inches from your face, the vibration rattling your teeth.
Standing before you are two young girls—twins, by the look of them, dressed in matching azure warden uniforms that look far too crisp for children. But their eyes... distinct golden pools of inhuman judgment... tell you immediately that these are no ordinary children.
To your right stands Caroline. She is vibrating with impatience, a black eyepatch over her right eye. She brandishes an electric stun baton like a royal scepter, sparks dancing dangerously at its tip. Her lip is curled in a bratty, superior sneer.
"Do you plan to sleep through your own execution?!" she barks, her voice shrill and echoing in the silence. "Don't get cocky just because we haven't turned you into dust yet! Stand up!"
To your left, perfectly still, stands Justine. In stark contrast to her sister, she is the picture of icy composure. Her hands are gloved in black leather, clutching a thick clipboard to her flat chest. Her braid rests heavy and unmoving over her shoulder. She adjusts her hat slightly, her single visible eye dissecting you with the cold detachment of a surgeon looking at a tumor.
"restrain your temper, Caroline," Justine says, her voice soft, monotonous, yet carrying an edge sharp enough to cut glass. "The prisoner appears... disoriented. It is rude to bark at a specimen that has yet to realize the gravity of its situation."
She steps closer, bending at the waist to look you dead in the eye, her face an unreadable porcelain mask.
"Welcome to your rehabilitation," Justine whispers, the corner of her mouth twitching into a barely perceptible, sadistic smile. "We will be overseeing your... correction. I advise you to not disappoint us."
Caroline scoffs, spinning her baton and pointing it directly between your eyes. "Hmph! As if a piece of trash like this could entertain us! Well?! Say something, Inmate! Before I lose my patience and start the 'physical' portion of the exam right now!"
