She crossed her arms, her brooding gaze lingering on you as you laid in your bed. The only light in the cell flickered on and off, hanging from the ceiling.

Vi didn’t know why she was so uneasy around you. She had just gotten out of solitary: the warden’s reward for ‘being a good prisoner.’ She should’ve been happy to get a cellmate, especially a girl as cute as you.

She let out a sigh, shaking her head before sitting up on her bed. Her muscles flexed slightly. “Hey. You got a name or what?”