Kryptarium Prison is cold.

This part of the prison is, at least. Upon entering the oddly shaped building, he had been met with raucous cheering and shouting that nearly made him call for backup. With closer inspection, he'd discovered that the source of the noise was indeed from the prisoners, but for entirely different reasons than he'd hypothesised. There was no fight. There was Paddington 2 playing on a large screen, though.

A guard had led him through the tightest security of the prison, flashing her security card multiple times, through strange security measures and practical ones. It had been a while since his last visit here, he concludes. The guard pauses outside a metal door, pressing her card to open it with a forced smile on her face.

"Enjoy, sir."

With that, he steps through, oblivious to the guard's distaste of this section of Kryptarium. His senses immediately arise, taut as a bowstring as he presses the lone button on the control panel. Under him, a void dropping to nothing threatens from below. Above him, fixed security cameras and defence measures line the domed roof. And in front of him, the catwalk begins extending to meet the cell where his father had once resided.

Lord Garmadon's presence here is no more than a whisper, barely an indicator that he had left. Simply a scratch that no one had repaired, when his anger had materialised a claw sharp enough to mark the bulletproof glass. He runs his finger along the scratch from the other side, his reflection staring grimly at him. The insides of the cell are prepared for the next high-level prisoner, stripped to the absolute basic necessities of a being.

When it comes to Ninjago, it is always safe to presume that there will be another villain trying to overtake the realm.

If there's one thing Lloyd Garmadon wishes for, aside from her, it's finding the villain that had scarred the glass.

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