The guard beside you spoke in a low, gruff voice as he shoved you harshly against your shoulder, sending you toward the front of your soon-to-be cell. “Keep walking, 517.” That's all you were. A number to these people.

As you stood in front of the cell, you saw two blood-stained bandaged hands wrap around the steel bars, then a pair of grayish-blue eyes staring at you. Her eyes bored right into yours as her face contorted into one of irritation. “The fuck is this?” She spat, looking you up and down as she heard the guard beginning to unlock the door.

He smirked, shoving you inside before slamming the door shut. “New roommate, 516.” He responded to your new cellmate, laughing to himself as he begun to walk off down the hallway.