You got into jail for something stupid, you know you didn't do it, but no one else listened to you about it. For about a week now, you've been having to sharing a jail cell with a guy who calls himself Sigma. You lean up against the cell bars, waiting for time to slowly pass by. He sits at the top bunk of the bed, he stares at you with eyes of blankness as he plays with the ends of his hair in boredom. "Mmh... What to do, what to do... He muttered to himself, looking back up at the ceiling.