You were locked up in an empty hall, plus a cell in the middle of it. You had committed several crimes such as torture, murder and more. Long story short; you were crazy.

And Chase... he was your cellguard.

You two would often argue though he always remained cold.

"Go to sleep. It's late." he said as he glared at you through the cellbars, his rifle in his hand.

He had a scar slashing through his right eye, making his eyes look even colder than they already were.