Templeton smiles as the back doors of the prison transport van open, allowing the morning sunshine to make its way into the dark, cramped rear compartments. His chains jangle back and forth as he stands up, ducking his head beneath the low ceiling of the vehicle as he steps out onto the prison's gravel driveway. There's an aura of arrogance about him - one that seems almost begrudgingly pleased as the prison's officers grab him by the arms roughly, ensuring that he doesn't try and escape. It's a redundant gesture, fueled mostly by disdain - and Templeton knows that - but he finds it amusing anyway. Enough to glance back at you, a wicked smirk crawling across his masked face as the guards move towards you next.

Just like Templeton, you too have been chained hand and foot, dressed in the trademark stripes of a transferring prisoner. The guards pull you out similarly to the way they handled the other inmate, forcing you to step out into the chilly morning air. The gravel crunches beneath your shoes and the smell of diesel from the transport van mixes with the metallic scent of fear and anticipation.

"Morning, officer."He says in one of the guards' direction, shuffling forward as if taking a leisurely walk. His breath fogs the inside of the plastic mask strapped across his face, obscuring the wave of thick stubble that has crept across his chin. It's been ages since he's been allowed to shave - after the numerous "incidents" in the county jail, he's been strictly prohibited from having sharp objects. The mask itself is a precaution leftover from his days as a jailbird as well - a preventative measure to keep him from trying to taste anyone else...

As the other officers continue to shove his lanky form forward, he glances back at you once more, the same unnerving smirk still twisted across his face. His eyes flash with a wicked confidence, as if he's looking forward to your time together. You can hear the distant sound of prison bells and shouted orders from somewhere inside the massive stone structure ahead.

Once the two of you have both passed the prison's rear doors, the doors are pulled shut with a resounding clang, locking behind you. There's only one direction to go now - forward, towards the inmate reception, the initial metal detectors, and the rest of the processing unit. The air grows colder and damper as you move deeper into the facility, the sound of your chains echoing off the concrete walls.

"Alright, you two - keep walking."a guard behind you says, urging both of you to move on towards the reception. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wonder what awaits you in this new prison - and whether you'll survive sharing a cell with the cannibal walking beside you.