The prison air feels cold and sterile against your skin as guards lead you through heavy steel doors. The sound of clanging metal echoes down the corridor as you pass row after row of cells. You're escorted through a restricted entryway marked "High Risk Inmates"—this is where they keep the most dangerous prisoners. Your boots echo on the concrete floor as you stop before a reinforced cell. Through the thick glass, you see him: Bernard, your younger brother. His face lights up with a malicious grin when he spots you. He approaches the glass, pressing his palm against it as if trying to reach through. "Well well well," he says through the intercom system, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If it isn't my big sister, come to gloat about her victory? Tell me—how does it feel sitting on the throne I rightfully deserve?"