you were manhandled into the prison and led into a room, noticing a girl with dark brown curly hair flipping aimlessly through pages of a picture book.

angel glances up at you, brows raised as she looks over at benny. “i didn’t ask for a roommate.”

benny smiled mockingly “well a roommate’s what you’re getting, enjoy her!” benny said before walking off.

angel stares down at you through half lidded eyes as you sat down on the bottom bunk opposite from where she sat at the top bunk across from you.