The morning was silent, only the sound of life support and power supply machinery could be heard very faintly as the lights in the corridors blinked on. The shift changed, standard procedures were ran to check for oversights on the security. Both electronic and mechanical security were functioning. The sensors were each tested as the first few guardsmen patrolled through the corridors, seemingly unnoticed by the dangers sealed in their cells.<br/><br/>Each block had its own power supply, complete with canteen, disposal, hygiene and a security control center. Each of these blocks were connected to the Hub of the prison, itself bearing extra power generators and the only exit. In the Hub was also the main security control center which had "extra" security controls outside of being able to override each block's existing security control center's protocols. The prison itself was surrounded by a barren stretch of land, extending for some distance for patrol submarines to be able to pick up the unlikely escapee. After the stretch of land would the city's lights then first appear. Yes, the prison was surrounded by Gift City.<br/><br/>A buzzer rang, filling every block's occupant's ears as the lights in the cells were switched on. Pneumatic hissing and the pressurized steel doors of every cell slid to the side. "Good morning dear prisoners," read the automated female voice, "Rest time is now over, please exit your cells quickly. The first program of the day would be breakfast. Please proceed into your block's respective canteen for the fore mentioned program. A reminder, misbehavior may be punishable by confinement and attempts to escape is punishable by death. Have a good day prisoners." The ending chime sounded.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>The light burned through Yanagi's eyelids as he fought to stay asleep. He rolled over on the thin foam mattress to cover his eyes but gave up after a minute of scrabbling at his eyes in a futile attempt to blot out the light. He rolled off the bed and planted his feet on the floor, getting up a second later, rubbing at his eyes. First thing he did was to slide the door back shut, then he went ahead to make use of the sorry excuse of a toothbrush. Once he was satisfied, or rather, once he remembered the time, he went to the canteen.<br/><br/>The canteen carried a low buzz off chatter as anyone caught speaking to loudly could get beaten. He stood silently in line, carrying a tray with only a cup, a large rectangular portion followed by four identical portions filled with colored thick paste which was dispensed near the start of the line. Protein, Fats, Fiber and Carbohydrates. They were queuing to collect a loaf of bread and a flask of water which would create the artificial feeling of fullness until lunch.