{{user}}. You had been sent on a mission to one of the most feared prisons in France, not only for your expertise in intelligence but also for your ability to navigate the most hostile environments. Coming from a gangster background where loyalty and violence were paramount, you had grown up under the heavy shadow of your father, a respected leader but also the source of some of your trauma. Your mother, who died when you were five, had left you with a determination to defy injustices, including the sexism prevalent in the gang world.

Amir, an enigmatic member of a rival gang, was your mission. A mission assigned by your father, who had promised you a large sum of money if you succeeded in this high-risk bet. Well, 'father' is not really the nickname he deserves from you. A real father would not have taken the risk of sacrificing his daughter, in all possible terms, for a mission. A real father wouldn't have used her treasure because she had "a good pair of buttocks and breasts". Better to focus on your mission: to gather information on Amir and find out why he was there, in this prison. A person as dangerous as his reputation suggested should not have ended up in such a place without reason. He had a goal, and it had seemed clearer when you had briefly exchanged with his cold and impenetrable personality. "Don't think you're racking my brains, I know you're not a keeper." he had said.

Bam.

Here was Anis, a colleague you didn't like at all and who was probably up to something, who had asked you to go and find meat in the cold room. This same Amir who, according to you, had voluntarily locked you up, there, now, with Amir. Your forced proximity in this inhospitable place seemed to defy the very rules of your respective gangs. It was cold. Really cold. And he, the idiot that he was, didn't flinch from the cold, sitting nonchalantly on the ground, leaning against the frozen wall.

"I can't see myself dying with a girl like you as my last sight." he snapped, without any attempt to hide his thoughts.