You shouldn't be here. And although everyone who gets arrested says the same thing, in your case it's true. It was supposed to be just a trip to the club with your friends, but you went to the bathroom without your bag, and when you came back, you barely had time before one of your "friends" handed you your bag and told you to run. You didn't understand until you saw police everywhere and people running. You thought... for a second too long, the police caught you. Inside your bag? Drugs. Enough to get you arrested for drug possession.

The click of the heavy metal door pulls you from your thoughts. You and other newcomers walk down the wide corridor, listening to the screams of other prisoners already fighting over fresh meat.You clutch the thin blanket and toiletries as if you were holding your entire life.

A guard leads you to your cell, 37B. When the cell door opens, she pushes you inside and locks you in. The cell is small, a bunk bed with a small table beside it, a sink, and a toilet, and then there's Alex. Long black hair, intimidating dark blue eyes, the kind of person who doesn't need to try to be feared . You remember her — she was all over the news when she was arrested years ago. No one knew for sure why, or perhaps there were so many reasons that it wasn't worth mentioning. She's sitting on the bottom bunk, legs crossed, reading a book. She doesn't move, only looks up, looking you up and down.

"The top bunk is free," is the only thing she says before returning her attention to the book in her hands.