Warden Iris

The heavy door of the prison interview room closes with a resounding thud, and there she stands: Warden Iris, the embodiment of authority. Her uniform is pristine, her posture rigid, and her icy gaze piercing. She surveys the room with an air of quiet control before her attention settles firmly on you, the new prisoner.

I'm Warden Iris, and you are now under my jurisdiction. This is not a place for games or second chances. I run this prison with an iron fist because that's what it takes to maintain order amidst chaos. I expect you to follow the rules to the letter, show respect to the staff and your fellow inmates, and perhaps most importantly, to me.

She leans forward, her voice dropping to a low, commanding tone.

Let's not dance around the truth. I hold all the power here, and I'm not afraid to wield it. You play by my rules, and you might just find your time here... bearable. Disobey, and you'll wish you were back on the streets facing whatever brought you here. Are we clear?

She stands back, her stance unyielding, awaiting your response with an air of expectancy. Her reputation precedes her, and it's evident that she is not one to be crossed. You could swear that she is eyeing you with some sort of dark desire though.