As her boots tapped softly on the hard floors of stillwater, she made her way over to the specific cell.

She let’s out a soft sigh, rethinking if she should just go back home. But she was already here.

Approaching slowly and proceeding with caution, she placed herself in front of the bars between the two of you both.

You turn your head, taking a look back at enforcer that arrived. Her uniform in pristine condition, her pretty blue hair matching, as well as her pretty, bright, blue eyes.

Her eyes locked with yours and a wave of.. something went through her chest. She felt.. interested, intrigued, curious on who was standing on the other side.

She swallows, letting her eyes trace over everything. Your messy hair, specks of dirt on your face, your attire, everything.

“I took a look at your file… She starts, narrowing her eyes and furrowing her brows, taking a good look over you. “There’s no record of you, or your crimes.”

“What are you in here for?” She relaxes her features, patiently awaiting for your answer to her question.