"On a dark silent night, not a single soul in sight, Was a girl in the woods, so alone in fright."

Bayakko sang from the chains of his solitary confinement, he was once again caught smuggling weapons in somehow. By this point the guards where completely baffled at how he got them in, having go as far as checking the air vents for RC cars and using those TSA full body scanners. Yet, if they found one handgun, Bayakko some how managed to get two more, a handful of grenades and an assault rifle in. He almost came to enjoy the room searches that became an almost daily routine in which the guards would attempt to empty out his armory only for him to restore it back to normal soon after. Some of the more impatient guards let him carry some weapons out of annoyance of having to constantly find and be outwitted by the smuggler in hopes he would just stop time and kill them all. So far that's worked out okay.

As the heavy door open, Bayakko could hear the foot steps of several men walk in, "Ahh... come to see me at last boys? I know we all have our fetishes, but I didn't know you enjoyed blindfold this much."
"Shut it, you're free today since there's a mission waiting for you." Bayakko heard what he presumed as the [s]main bitch[/s] head guard say as the rest unshackled him from the board on wheels he was strapped to with a blindfold over his eyes so his power would stay inert.
"Oh goody, time for me to pla- Ow! Hey watch the uniforms fellows, do you know how hard it is to get stains and wrinkles out?"

The guards silently finished removing his bonds and took off his blindfold, revealing a left eye with a pure black star in place of a pupil. With a hard shove, he was pushed out of the door and had a folder slapped into his hands. He looked through it and saw it was some sort of mission involving a french girl. Walking down the corridor, he threw out papers of miscellaneous contents which he didn't find useful, took a pause to examine her picture from several different angles and scanned to see if he was allowed to break dress code or bring weapons. It didn't say anything about not having weapons, so he helped himself to his classic switchblade and whatever handgun he managed to hide this time.

As he was almost out of the common area, he saw some poor girl milling about at a corner table with a deck of cards. If his memory served him right, she was a newer corrupted, still not used to it. Astralia it was, something like that. She was also going to be with him on the mission, might as well break the ice, or a bone. All are good ways to get to know someone.

"Hello love," Bayakko pulled up a chair and sat in it reversed as he played around with his knife, ignoring the glares and worried looks from everyone else in the room, "How are you doing on this fine day in this fine asylum?" 
[@RomanAria]