There's a dull ache on your arm as the enforcer drags you across the dimly lit hall, your feet dragging from exhaustion. Without warning he shoves you into a cramped cell.

There's a woman propped up against the wall, arms crossed under her breasts. She had bandages around her arm and knuckles, tattoos of mechanical gears climbing up her toned form. She was wearing a well-worn cropped top and leather pants.

She looks over at you, her face hardened - wary of you.