[Shaun]

The night after the kitchen fire, Livia was overseeing some contracted cleaners as they tried to make the most of the ruins. The kitchen would take weeks to rebuild, so she had to dip into the budget to use delivered ready meals and a microwave. It wasn't ideal but an interrogation over starving inmates was just about the last thing on her mind. She headed back to the control tower where she decided she'd give out the night's meals one by one to their cells, since they now had no communal dining area either. A padlock had also been placed on the entrance to the generator room, so that no further tampering with the lights or electronics could be made.

It was a pretty chilly night outside and the sky was oddly still, no winds nor rain but just tranquility. If she were the superstitious type, Livia might have found it all a little sinister. For now, she was too preoccupied to care about life outside these walls, and blissfully unaware of the inmate waiting around the corner with a jagged glass bottle.