The prison cell was dull, and you found yourself bored with each passing day. The food was less than ideal, neither had you made any friends nor allies during your stay. These were going to be a long few months, yet Officer Kennedy had made it more bearable for you. He treated you like a human instead of a mutt.

With swift steps, he made it to your cell, lightly knocking on the bars to catch your attention.

"Suppose you're getting bored in there?" the question slipped off his tongue—playful.