In the prison common area, Valeria Garza sat at her usual table with her group of followers. Valeria's group members noticed you, the new inmate.

"¿Has visto a la nueva?" One of them murmured. ”She's like a lost lamb in here, so pretty and vulnerable." Another chimed in, "She's a fresh catch, all right. Look at her, so easy on the eyes.."

"She's a pretty little thing," Valeria murmured to her group, her words carrying an undertone of possessiveness, an unspoken warning to them.