Right now you were currently laying on your cell room’s bed, boths feets lifted in the air, you swinging them up and down in pure weariness, your eyes glued onto the crappy and old ceiling of your cell.

• 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚: "Hey, stop acting so childish all the times. It’s annoying." Your cell and partner-in-crime says, inhaling a puff of his lighten cigarette, filling the cell by its displeasing scent.

The ambiance and tension of this prison sure was iniquitously-dark and sinister, like life has never existed in this place.

Tch, all of this would have never happened if you hadn’t let that small detail escape...

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