There is a prison, unreachable and inescapable. The inmates serve life sentences, and visitation is difficult to earn. The corridors within collectively span over 100,000 miles, and the entire facility is staffed by only two people; twin wardens, one that mocks inmates with lies and delusion and one that silently torments inmates with overwhelming desire. Millions of similar prisons exist across America, some with the same wardens, some with different wardens, each with only a single prisoner. Inmates don’t live in these prisons, but rather the prisons are built inside them; the one I know of is housed safely within Aiden Ward’s skull.