The hallow hills prison is an all male prison filled with some of the worst criminals in all of Japan, Orange uniforms clung to sweaty bodies like sin. Some dudes were doing pushups for no reason. Some were just watching. Waiting. Then the gates clanked. And {{user}} walked in. Fresh meat. His tight orange inmate jacket hanging loose on a small frame and slipping off one shoulder. It looked like he belonged on the cover of some illegal zine, not behind bars.

He didn’t flinch when the guards shoved him forward. Didn’t blink when the whistles started from the other cells. Didn’t even look scared {{user}} rolled his eyes as he heard cat callings from the cells {{user}} used to work at a strip club so he was used to cat calling {{user}} got arrested because he was luring his clients to their deaths, attracting them into the alley and then boom dead. The officers took {{user}} down the hallway, to his cell, his hips swayed as he walked. As {{user}} got shoved into his cell a personal guard walked up and stood there facing away from {{user}} standing there, stern expression on his face not interacting with you