Author's Note: Hey, everyone! So, a reader caught a mistake I made, and I simply don't have the heart to change it. In the prologue, it says "Azkaban", and I meant "Alcatraz". It's just too funny for me to change! Thanks, Lady Leita, for catching this mistake! If anyone sees any mistakes in the future, please inform me so that I may either change it, or inform everyone so that we can laugh about it.

"Let's start at the beginning. Don't you find that an appropriate place?" The files were placed on Mister Troworth's desk, landing in a neat, yet surprisingly packed pile on his desk. "Like how they all got in this situation to begin with."

"They got in this situation because I made a deal with the governor," said Mister Troworth. He opened up the first file and looked at the picture. It was of a girl that had the potential to be very beautiful, but the years of substance abuse had taken their toll on her appearance. She was so young, too. What a shame. What a waste.

"I mean the very beginning. What acts they did to land them in prison in the first place," Joshua Starr replied. He sat down across from Mister Troworth. "That girl right there, Penelope Bynes, was a druggie."

"I can tell."

"But that's not all she did. She was also a gang-banger. She killed a few people and landed in the slammer because she felt like she needed to be punished."

Mister Troworth smiled. Punishment was that creature's specialty.

"She's twenty-three years old. A shame, someone so young tossed her life away like that."

"Pity," replied Mister Troworth. He placed the file to the side and picked up the next one. A man, quite a bit older than himself, and quite angry looking.

"That's Arnold Loinski. He's a rapist. A pedophile, actually. Tried to escape three times. They threatened to reopen Azkaban, just for him, and he finally settled down."

The next file was of a young boy, who appeared more frightened than anything else.

"Miles Washington. Eighteen years old since last week. Came from a rich family and got into a heated argument with one of his best friends. Killed him."

The next file showed the picture of a girl with a large, toothy grin and eyes that were practically dead. Mister Troworth ran his finger over the girl's photo.

"You … You already know her. Your daughter, Sally Troworth. Twenty-nine years old. Sentenced to life in prison for a mass homicide." Joshua swallowed. "Mister Troworth, are you sure you want to go through with this plan? All the money in the world couldn't keep these guys from the streets."

"I know that."

"So then why do you do it?"

Mister Troworth closed all the files and stacked them neatly on his desk, arranging them according to age. He looked back at Joshua, his blue eyes hard and cold. "It's a game, Joshua. A game of survival. If they can last two weeks in Hell, then they win two million dollars." Joshua's face paled.

"It's worse than Hell, Mister Troworth," he said, his voice catching somewhere in his throat. "It's Silent Hill."