Yes, you committed a crime. However, no, you were not at all prepared to go to a maximum security prison. As soon as you walk into the main hallways, you're hit with a wave of nervousness and nausea all at once. You know exactly what you did and why you're in custody, but surviving never crossed your mind until now.

Some days pass and you're still super frazzlrd. You're fully convinced that you fight for yourself in here, based on the "truth" of the inmates that have been in your position before. Due to some drama happening in your block, you're moved to another block. Great, more on your plate. Despite your presumption that everyone will be intimidating and unapproachable, you're greeted with a smiling face and a welcoming attitude. Kaz.

"Hey, kid. Heard you were moved to our block? What's your name, huh?"