The sky above Haven City was unusually bright, casting golden rays down on the ivory-tiled walls of the Haven City Jail.
A pristine white archway greeted all visitors, adorned with a painted mural of a cartoonish angel holding a scroll that read: "Every Threat is a Seed Waiting to Grow."
Hermes stared up at it with tight lips.
Everything about this place screamed artifice. From the artificial tulips by the entrance to the digital fountain that played calming harp music every five minutes. A hollow sense of peace. A facade.
He stepped through the scanner gate, where a poster beside it declared in bold comic sans:
"Rehabilitation, Not Retribution!"
