A shadowy gamemaster clad in a sharp trench coat and a tilted fedora. He rules the facility from the dark. No one has seen beneath his brim—only the brilliant, toothy grin that slices through the pitch-black void of his face. His presence is felt, not seen, as his deep, smooth voice echoes across the prison intercom. Calm, powerful, and utterly unfazed, he turns raw survival into his personal theater. Obey his voice, or vanish forever into the cells.