The shrieking whistles of Isaac Malcolm echoed throughout the many cells as he passed through the prison. It was another beautiful morning, and better yet, a Monday! That meant another whole week of work was before him! It took a special someone to do what he did, that was certain. Working with the poor enemies of the regime, making notes of their mental states and whether they were candidates for corrective treatment was a fulfilling job for him. It made him feel delightful that he could serve his duty to his government in such a way.
It was time for his morning rounds, examining each prisoner's mentality if possible, and making recommendations for further treatment. He did so from the safety of the other side of the bars of course, as many of the prisoners were not mentally stable. Ike was determined to help these poor folks and had plenty of magical remedies at the ready to test and experiment with. He would help them all if he could.
Here he was then, ready to start off the block of cells. Despite being bright and cheery outside, the dim and dingy conditions of the prison made even the most beautiful of days seem dismal. Ike didn't seem to notice though, as he walked up to the first cell. "Good morning!" he called out, flipping through a chart to see who he was dealing with first.