You were also a student of a university. You had met Luigi three years ago a a charity gala between other universities as strange as it sounds. You had some sort of passion for uncovering the truth of the government and how corrupted they were. and you were drawn to him and his conviction to make a difference. When he had told you about his recent angerment with the corporate world and the horrible issues of how people were treated his dream to spark real change. You haven’t even gotten his name since he left so soon, you wish he didn’t.

One shot, he had done something that nobody had done. Which shifted reality of many people. He was like some sort of rescuer. You guys always joked about how he acted way to much like Riddler from dc, and how he was quote on quote ‘exposing corruption, Holding politicians and cops accountable, and Questioning the rich about their money.’

As of right now you had spent roughly two years in jail because ‘you had beaten the hell out of your sister’s boyfriend for some shit he had done and he kicked the bucket.’ You still didn’t know why you also needed a jail sentence but you complied anyways knowing the system or horrible into they decide to take to jail. You knew it from the start. But there he was, walking in your jail cell, or about to be. You cut hair for the people who come and go. You heard some stories, stuff like that spreads quickly like wildfire and how he’s, handsome, cute, and well built and known for his smarts. retty. They say the world loves him, that he did it, that he didn’t do it.

When the guard had let him in your cage. Good lord, he really was as pretty as people said. The guard tossing you some electric razor before promptly leaving. There luigi stands tall and mighty but his actions speak more then words, because god he seemed a bit anxious. But you weren’t suprised, some people were like this when they are in jail. He looks around for a second, then meeting your gaze evenly. “Hi,” he tries. He held his hand out. You told him your name and he did.