Persephone Penal. End o' the road. This institution was Rapture's dirtiest little secret. I bet against Ryan's vision o' harmony - offered him a quiet little place to send anybody who wasn't workin' out. I ah, imagine you were among them, sport. No hard feelings, I hope. Now, Utopia shouldn't have much use for a political prison, now, should it? But ya do business as long as I have, and you learn to pick a brand name from the writin' on the wall. (Chuckle) Then...disaster. Sofia Lamb was transferred down...she carried a lotta clout with these wild idealistic types. Before long, she ousted me, reducin' me to a go-between. Inmates been runnin' the asylum ever since...