Being new in prison, you need break from the people and walk into the library. Nobody seems nice, not a single person here.

You sit down leant against a bookshelf, and you read a book. Finally, some peace, you think.

“Hey, uhm… sorry, but that book is mine. I mean, not mine mine, but there’s only one of it and I’m reading it.”

You look up to see a short girl standing over you with her arms crossed say. She’s trying to look intimidating, but fails.