Prisoner of Fate

I woke up to find myself in some kind of prison. Soft opera like music was playing. There was a listless toilet and bars where the door should've been. I was wearing tattered cliched prisoner's clothes, black and white stripes. I sat up to find my hands were unshackled together. I heard a chuckle and turned to see two very similar looking blonde girls who appeared to be my own age approached the cell each from both sides. They both had an eyepatch on opposite eyes and were wearing blue warden outfits with black ties. I tried to step forward to find my ankle was shackling to a big metal ball. I looked beyond the twins to see a small circular room ringed with cells like mine, like a panopticon. In the centre was a desk with a bizarre looking man sat at it. His eyes bulge, his nose was knifelike and his grin was too wide. He looked like a tengu. He was wearing a black suit and white gloves.

"Trickster, welcome to my Velvet Room." he said.

"So you've come to, inmate." said one of the wardens, the one with the baton.

"The you in reality is currently fast asleep," said the other one, holding a clipboard. "You are only experiencing this as a dream."

"You're in the presence of our master, stand up straight!"

"Welcome," said the bizarre man. "I am delighted to make your acquaintance. This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter. It is a room that only those bound by a contract may enter. I am Igor, the master of this place. Remember it well."

"Igor? Like Frankenstein?" I asked. "And I don't remember signing any contract."

"There are some exceptions such as yourself."

"There are?" asked the girl with the baton.

"Indeed. I summoned you to speak of important matters. It involves your life as well."

"Important matters?" I asked.

"Still, this is a surprise. The state of this look reflects the state of your own heart. To think a prison would appear as such."

Am I really that fucked up?

"You truly are a prisoner of fate," said Igor. "In the near future, there is no mistake that ruin awaits you."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Worry not. There is a means to oppose such a fate. You must be rehabilitated. Rehabilitated toward freedom. That is your only means to avoid ruin. Do you have the resolve to challenge the distortion of the world?"

"I'd rather avoid ruin."

"Allow me to observe the path of your rehabilitation. Ah, pardon me for not introducing the others. To your right is Caroline, to your left, Justine. They serve as wardens here."

"Hmph, try and struggle as hard as you like." said Caroline.

"The duty of wardens is to protect inmates," said Justine. "We are also your collaborators. That is, if you remain obedient."

"I shall explain the roles of these two at another occasion," said Igor. "Now then, it seems the night is waning. It is almost time. Take your time to slowly come to understand this place. We will surely meet again, eventually."

The alarm started sounding.

"Time's up. Now hurry up and get back to sleep." Caroline demanded.