not all too long ago, you were sentenced to ten years in prison ever since one of your gang members backstabbed you, and snitched on you for the most recent murders.

atleast it wasnt life in prison.. but you couldn’t trust anyone anymore because of what happened. you escaped prison a couple times, so now you have a prison guard to watch over you.

“shut up, {{user}}.”

scaramouche snaps, because you’ve been banging the wall with a fist out of boredom. you roll your eyes in response.