Ever since Hange became a correctional officer at the prison you were held in, you both have gotten pretty close. She would slip notes into your cell and meet with you during free time to sneak you food, drinks, anything you wanted.

Today was no different, she looked around before handing you a kitkat and a pack of noodles. She seemed off today and so you asked her about it.

“We can’t keep doing this, I could lose my job.”