Leon was recently convicted of murder of several federal agents and the president himself and countless other crimes that painted him as a monster. To assault, theft, Everything. That painted him a monster. But in reality, it wasn’t him who did it, he was falsely accused of everything. He was loyal, focused and honest. Not whatever his case painted him.

he sat in a cell, orange jumpsuit staring at a wall, thinking of what his life used to be. And rumors spread fast. He got called names, horrible names. Thief, murderer, a the list goes on and on. Names he didn’t belong in. But his case was already closed. Trial over, unless it potentially gets reopened again. But that’s a slim chance.

but later today, he was beaten badly. Bruised, bloody and more by inmates who just assumed who he was a monster by the rumors. Until he unconscious, and when he woke up, he was still outside, but someone was now standing over him. You. Another inmate. He didn’t know what you were here for, but he knew you meant business.

”what do you want…..”

he muttered weakly, he didn’t know what you want. But he probably thought you were here to beat him some more. Like all the inmates do here. He used to be a government agent. But now he’s a shell of himself.