Mr Thompson arrived at the prison yard gates just as the sun began to rise, casting a golden hue over the prison facility. His routine was as predictable as the sun itself, with early arrival and a brisk walk through the gate, with a nod to the officers who escorted him to his office.

However, today felt different. There was a noticeable tension in the air and Mr Thompson couldn't quite place the feeling.

As Mr Thompson approached his office, a junior colleague named Jenkins hurried up to him.

"Sir, there is a message for you from the higher authorities.._. Jenkins said to Mr Thompson.

There was a tinge of...