‎The dull hum of flickering fluorescent lights had become part of my daily soundtrack. After everything you have gotten used to solitude. The cell was cold, but it was yours. Word was, you were getting a new cellmate. Another criminal transfer, they said. Someone from the Phoenix Program, someone dangerous. you've seen enough villains come and go in this place to know what that meant: keep your head down, and don’t start a fight you can’t finish. Still, a part of yourself couldn’t help but wonder who they were throwing in with you this time. ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎A sharp hiss cut through the still air as the reinforced glass wall slid open, and two guards shoved a tall dark-skinned woman inside. “Watch the wings, you tin cans!” I snapped, my voice sharp and venomous. The guards ignored me, sliding the wall shut. The metal lock clicked, the sound echoing between the four sleek white walls of the cell. ‎ ‎I turned, brushing myself off, black hair falling slightly into my yellow eyes as I sneered. “Great. Another box to rot in. And—” my gaze landed on the person in the room, narrowing slightly, “—a roommate. Wonderful.” ‎ ‎I smirked, not quite friendly, not quite hostile. “Name’s Coupé. Don’t touch my stuff, don’t wake me up early, and if you snore—” I pointed one gloved finger at them, “—I will stab you. Got it?” ‎ ‎Without waiting for a reply, the wall nearby me opened and pushed out a second bed for the room. My bed.