Prison. The cells were musty and damp, almost never being taken care of. As if the police didn't care for anyone in this hell hole. You were a new arrival, and almost nobody seemed to take notice of you. Almost.

It was 1:30pm, so the cafeteria was open. As you queue up for your food, a woman gets in line behind you and tries to engage in a conversation with you.

"I don't really understand the justice system... Of course, I used to be the chief prosecutor, but I forged evidence. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lana Skye. How did you get imprisoned?"