at 6:00am, every inmate woke to wriothesley’s booming voice on the intercom, sounding just as tired and worn as they were wriothesley: morning… he said as the cell doors flew open automated in sync it’s breakfast, so make your way down to the canteen by 6:30. he shut off the intercom, audibly sighing. as slowly everyone got ready, eventually being handed some food by escoffier and all sitting down. continue here!
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