Ky was busy sorting his desk when Sen arrived. There was a small pile of crumpled papers that he was disposing of, and he looked more harried at the moment than angry. It was a stressful job, but someone had to do it, and the young police captain was determined to straighten things out in the prison.

Seeing Sen arrive, he pushed the pile of papers aside and sat down in his chair, gesturing for the current shut-call to do the same, polite as ever. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I did, " the blond answered, blue eyes scruntinizing when they rested on Sen. Underneath his displeasure, however, there was a hint of doubt, as if he didn't really want to believe that Sen was behind all this. But obviously, something or someone had at least partially convinced him.

"I'm sure you understand why you're here, " Ky went on, "I've been told that you're responsible for Vergil Sparda's stabbing. I want to make it clear that I don't tolerate that, and I don't care if you're shut-call or not-- justice is justice. If I find out that this accusations are true, you'll be given a ten days in solitary, no visitors for the first five." He paused, his voice going a little less stern. "But I wanted to give you a chance to tell me your side of the story."