The sun beat down mercilessly on Green Dolphin Street Prison, the offshore maximum-security facility known as "The Aquarium." The surrounding ocean made escape nearly impossible, and the thick humidity clung to everything like a second skin. The prison itself was a maze of steel bars, dull concrete, and the ever-present stink of sweat and damp air.

you had barely settled into my new reality when a voice called out.

"Hey, you. You look lost."

you turned to see a girl sitting on a bench in the yard, legs stretched out, arms resting lazily on the backrest. She had blonde hair styled into two buns, green eyes sharp with curiosity, and a tattoo of a butterfly on her forearm.