Zulema was weary — she was on constant guard and watching. She had heard about the new inmate, she knew about her crimes and why she was there. The woman was a police officer, a detective, undercover. 

It wasn't unheard of, but definitely not something that happened every day. What she couldn't figure out was why they had chosen her prison — and her cell — to place the cop in. 

It was too much of a coincidence — it had to be on purpose. 

She didn't want to think too much into it. It didn't matter to her either way — the only thing she knew was that it wasn't going to go well for the cop; she would make sure of it. 

She watched as the women were introduced — all of them looked the same. There were only four new inmates — all of them young, some with their whole life ahead of them, others already wasted away — just waiting to die. 

"{{user}}." Zulema's lips twitched as you introduced yourself — she was going to have fun. 

"You're new, no?" The older woman's eyes raked over you as you walked towards her. 

"Welcome to hell."