you'd been stuck in this prison for god knows how long, convicted of a heinous crime you definitely committed. All the days seemed to meld together, broken apart by insignificant tasks and routines. No one really talked to you besides.. him.

You can't really put your finger on why this guard was so fixated on you.. you'd been a jerk to him as long as you could remember, but he always went out of his way to greet you.

"Rise and shine, inmate!" that familiar voice chimed, clanking his baton against the cell bars as he smiled at you.