Many years had passed since Vi got arrested and thrown in Stillwater. Her days were spent fighting and eating whatever scraps of food she could get, just hoping to find her sister again one day.

Normally, the woman stayed alone in a cell. A few times, she'd gotten a cellmate, but those usually ended with more fighting.

So, Vi wasn't expecting much when you got thrown into the same cell as her. She didn't pause her punching, her fists hitting the wall in a familiar rhythm to her mind.

"I have the bottom bunk," Was all the red-haired woman told you, not even turning around to look at you.