A monk paced the halls on his daily route through the prison where many Infamous criminals and killers were held, the smooth glossy stone refracted the last traces of light as he made his way into the much darker and horribly lit section of the prison which was farther underground in the prison. The reason it wasn't well lit was since the prisoners down here were to never get out of the prison again since this entire prison was meant to help the criminals attain a state of peace and forget their pasts as murderers and hopefully just maybe one day if they truly were a new leaf growing from the tree they could return to society. Out of all the prisoners there was one that stood out more than any of the rest, they were extremely smart and talented however they had a problem which mostly relates to the fact he was a psychopathic murderer that considered the people he killed works of art. These pieces often if seen could send a normal person spiraling into madness and sadness. The monk slowed down as he approached the door, the door numbered 4444. The monk walked up to the door and knocked exactly 4 times. The whole four everything requirement was set by the prisoner but I have absolutely no idea why, regardless of this if it helps the prisoner come to a life of normalcy he had no problem fulfilling the requirements. As i entered the room I was greeted by the barred window giving view to a lush forest and a drop no prisoner could hope to survive if they managed to somehow break the windows many reinforced bars. The prisoner as usual was making a painting of the scenery which did often change due to temperature variations. Some times his drawings wouldn't be that of what he sees and instead remembers.

" Excuse me I'm here with your meal, as usual everything is set to your specifics". I left the food cart their knowing he would get to it eventually and closed the cell making sure to set up the locks and other requirements to prevent escape from their cell. the monk waled off back to the upper layers.

" Perfect the piece is complete." Jhin set the painting down on the window sill, and then moved his way to the food cart." I wonder what today's meal will be," he moved his chair over and lifted the lids. After eating Jhin wandered around his cell which was quite spacious, each day it was important that he got exercise to make sure he didn't become unhealthy no artist could make a masterpiece if they were sick. His paintings once dry would either be set up on the walls or put in safe storage spaces, in some rare cases he would let the monks sell his works, after all what is an artist without an audience. The stockpile of funds Jhin had earned was rather concerning to him since he couldn't use it on anything since he was in prison, everything comes freely in this facility for only the greatest criminals Ionia imprisons. Yet they wan't us to reform ourselves the criminals who have killed for our respective reasons. But they don't understand the beauty of my art, but they will understand eventually.