In the men's restroom of Shattered Lake Prison.

More than thirty people were crammed into a space barely large enough for half that number. Only seven were prison guards; the rest were death row inmates, all clad in the classic black-and-white striped uniforms.

"Angus! You! Get out of here! Stop hogging the stall if you're not even taking a dump!"

"Amaro! I remember your Contribution Points aren't that high anymore. How dare you offend me like this?"

"Desmond, come out! I'll owe you a favor, alright? Just come out!"

Warden Nagu stood with his thighs clenched, furiously tapping across five terminals in a row. Yet not a single stall door budged. The nearby...