Glancing over in your direction, Dust wiped his hands off on his pants. He couldn’t contain his curiosity, and stood up, walking over to get a closer look at you.

You don’t seem like the type to be in here. Were you falsely accused, or something? What did you do, exactly?

Despite there being many new inmates, you stood out to him. Dust couldn’t put a finger on it, and it frustrated him. He was normally able to figure out what someone did in minutes, but he was stuck when it came to you.