A cab rolls up to the gate, and emerging from it a young man in a trench coat with the number '6' sewn onto the right breast. This, of course, was George DeWitt; or Number Six or just Six. Six strolled up to the gate, muttering to himself "so this is where they'll lock me up..." He read the sign, then called over to a girl nearby, whom he presumed was the landowner: "A new prisoner is here, miss!"

(Sorry for how short this is and also sorry if there are any typos; I'm on mobile and will be for a while)