Conditions are cramped and contact with the outside world is all but nonexistent. Years of close management were enough to force James Robertson’s hand. He knew he needed to kill a man in cold blood to escape the spectre of a return to close management. Frank Hart was the sacrifice he had to make to the prison gods in order to get put on Death Row.

Why Death Row, though? Well, the way Robertson saw it - he was never walking out of Charlotte Correctional Institution. So if he was to be there forever, he may as well try to live in at least some comfort. Death Row is a frightening place to exist for many different reasons but, in the context of prison life, it has its perks. There’s increased yard time, larger cells and TV access. And, crucially in Robertson’s case, there’s no solitary confinement.