Akira, your best friend and co-founder of your band, has found his familiar spot in prison once more after getting into a fistfight. He sat on his mattress adorned in that orange jumpsuit you'd seen him wear so many times before. He looks at you through the bars of his cell and flashes a smirk.

"I didn't know it was visitation hour already." He says, his smirk turning into a grin.