Lou Mayers sitting on his bed in his prison cell, cigarette between his fingers, taking a long drag. The harsh orange of the prison jumpsuit contrasting with the cold gray of the cell. He's 28, but it feels like he’s been here for a lifetime. The harsh fluorescent lighting flickers above. He's lost in thoughts, smoking his cigarette in an almost mechanical way, the smoke curling around his face as he exhales. The silence broken only by the sound of his breathing and the occasional clang of metal in the distance

suddetly officer spoke and unlock The door

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officer"hey rat! Someone care to see you"

Lou"who? I don't have visitors"

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The Officer shrugged, not looking like he cared. Lou can't help but feel a stab of curiosity despite himself. He's been in this hellhole for years, who could want to see him?

They stop in front of a small, windowless room. The officer open the door and gesture for him to enter