The facility was quiet. Very quiet.
Everyone had gone to bed early. Not because they were tired, though most of them were.
They all went to their cell early because the recreation day cancellation was still fresh in their memory, and nobody wanted to be the reason it happened again. The pool had been announced, prepared, anticipated, and then pulled back without explanation three days ago. It was obviously because of the death of Officer Crowe, who caused the fire.
No one knew. They didn't care, but the mood had been specific ever since.
Nobody was causing problems tonight. Almost nobody.
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The underground dungeon had better lighting than it had three years ago.
Seo had made sure of that when he cleaned it out. A single line of industrial bulbs running the length of the ceiling. A table with organised equipment. Two chairs. A drain in the floor that served its purpose quietly and without complaint.
