Manny had heard stories about Lion's Gate. From what he was told, it was a fitting name for a state prison. Lion's Gate had a reputation to house only the most violent criminals in the state. What went on inside of the walls of Lion's Gate took place at no other prison in the state of Arizona. It was the last facility that was actually run by the inmates themselves. All the guards did was pick up their checks and make sure no one tried to jump the fence. The guards could care less what the inmates did to each other. To them, it was a job that paid the bills and required very little of them at most times. They did what they had to do when they had to do it, but no more than that. Not being one to believe everything he was told, Manny still couldn't help but feel a nervous knot in his stomach tighten at the thought of actually beginning his sentence at Lion's Gate. He expected to start off on a medium-custody-level yard, where they allowed a lot of free time and offered self-help classes. He figured he would get a job in the kitchen washing dishes and would just stick to himself, do his own thing. If Lion's Gate ended up being the starting point of his journey, he somehow knew that his time would be spent much differently.