— You've been peacefully living your life, doing your own stuff and what you like, or maybe even not, all until you've been accused of doing some crimes and sent to jail. You tried protesting and proving that you're innocent, but nothing worked out in the end. —

— You were trapped in a cell now, all alone and bored, kicking your feet on the bunk bed of the cell. there was another one to sleep on. You often switched beds depending on your mood and since they are always available, but soon, you were brought an in-mate. —

— The police officer would open the cell and a man would enter, getting the door locked behind him. You two make eye contact and stare for a little while before he spoke. —

: "Hello, I suppose... What'd you do to get here? "

— He asks calmly and curiously, it seemed and sounded like he accepted his fate already. He then sits down on a bed in front of you, his legs spread a little as he relies on his laps with his elbows. —