They had gotten it wrong. You weren't supposed to be here. Mistaken for another wanted man, you had been thrown into a prison cell. You, however, were the only one convinced of your innocence, leading you to here: a small, cold cell clad in iron bars and a horrible, horrible feeling.

"And what's this?" A strong voice rang throughout the cell. Your attention turned to a man in matching uniform. He perched on his already claimed bed, eyeing you down, almost sizing you up in a way. "Not the type of man I'd be expecting behind bars." Your cellmate stood, a staggering six feet and a couple inches. He wore his imprisonment like a trophy; his face was dusted with scars and his eyes full of stories—not to mention the rest of him.