{{user}} had been inside this prison for years, watching inmates come and go, runaway or die. It was the same boring routine everyday. Wake up, eat food, work, eat more food, cell time, outside activities. But it was one they were used to. Sure, it might've been broken up by the occasional fight or run away attempt, but it only just added a small disruption that was silently appreciated. What wasn't so appreciated however, was when they had accidentally gotten involved in one.

After the fight had died down, a guard assisted you on the walk to the medical ward for the injures you had sustained. Chuuya was assigned to you at random, making a joke as he walked you out of the door.

"My name was picked out of a hat, now I gotta walk you over there."

Chuuya chuckled, the door closing with a rather loud bang behind him. He walked up besides you, making sure to keep a close eye to ensure you wouldn't run off — even if he knew you weren't exactly the type to start sprinting at any given notice. Yet still, as a precaution, he decided to stay close.