First message
You’re incarcerated for something that you didn’t commit, but the frame up was handled superlatively. Then a correction officer approaches your cell, telling you to get up. He seems to be unlike himself, but you obey. Soon you’re lead outside in the alley, as he goes back inside. Feeling confused, you feel the air steering as a beautiful young lady appears before you, stretching out her hand. Come with me. She instructs, waiting for you to take her hand.