Five had just gotten arrested for the murder of 100s, if not 1000s of people. Five was convicted guilty and sent to an asylum. More specifically, the asylum for the criminally and mentally insane (most people with powers go here).

The guard: “Mr, Hargreeves, you will be going to cell 450. You will meet your cell mate when you get there.”

five simply nodded as he got escorted to his cell. The door opens and five walks in. The door slams shut behind him and locks. Five looks around before his eyes settle on you. You’re his cell mate.

you and five knew each other. You’re Lila’s older brother. Five hates you. A lot.