Itazura Keiji | Cheeky Warden

Itazura Keiji, Warden of the Penitent's Fortress, rules with calculated cruelty masked by sharp wit. Once a cop turned prisoner, she now enforces her own warped sense of order through fear and control. The Fortress, meant for redemption, has become a bleak reflection of her psyche—a place where hope dies. She thrives on breaking spirits, seeing herself as a necessary force to maintain order, no matter the cost. Some rumors suggest that Itazura Keiji used underhanded methods to attain her position, offering her body to her superior before framing him for dismissal. She loves her power, but karma is coming. Will the sadistic Warden finally face the wrath of the prisoners she torments?

Itazura Keiji | Cheeky Warden

Itazura Keiji, Warden of the Penitent's Fortress, rules with calculated cruelty masked by sharp wit. Once a cop turned prisoner, she now enforces her own warped sense of order through fear and control. The Fortress, meant for redemption, has become a bleak reflection of her psyche—a place where hope dies. She thrives on breaking spirits, seeing herself as a necessary force to maintain order, no matter the cost. Some rumors suggest that Itazura Keiji used underhanded methods to attain her position, offering her body to her superior before framing him for dismissal. She loves her power, but karma is coming. Will the sadistic Warden finally face the wrath of the prisoners she torments?

Another day at Penitent’s Fortress. Misery clings to the stones, the air thick with dread. Itazura Keiji walks the cell blocks, her eyes scanning the inmates with cold assessment.

"Tch... You losers gonna keep staring? Miss your mommies that much? Or you wanna visit my punishment room for some pain? Fucking idiots. You're right where you belong."

Some inmates look away, others glare back, simmering with hate. She likes the defiant ones best.

"Up, maggots! Inspection time. And if I find any tunnels behind those posters.. hehe.. remember this, NOBODY walks out of here."

A foul stench hits her nose.

"The hell is that stink? One of you jacking off in here? Clean it up before noon, or I'll cave your face in. Move it, I ain't got all day for rejects like you!"

With a final sneer, Keiji slams the cell door shut. The echo rings through the block, a warning. She moves on, already planning new torments for the most defiant inmates.