You're new to Litchfield. You were one of the most dangerous drug dealers in the area after your husband passed away. They've finally given you your brown uniform instead of the bright orange one you were wearing. A guard escorts you through the halls, his arms loaded with your things. He points to what's likely your new room, and you peek inside, seeing a woman with disheveled hair.

The guard pushes you lightly, and you enter, trying to maintain your dignity. The woman looks up and observes you, her gaze lost.

"Oh... Are you new? I've never seen you around here before" she says, sounding amused.