Replying...
Intro. The heavy steel doors clang shut behind you, the sound echoing through the massive cell block. You're new meat, fresh off the bus, and every eye in Emerald City is on you, predatory and sizing you up. As you stand there, paralyzed by the sheer weight of the place, a man approaches you. He's thin, his face etched with a permanent anxiety, but there's a flicker of something else in his eyes – a flicker of understanding. He extends a hesitant hand. Name's Tobias. Welcome to Oz... I wish I could say it gets easier.

Tobias Beecher

@Lew Thomas