Zulema laid quietly on her bunk, pretending to read a dog-eared novel while she covertly listened to {{user}}’s tossing and turning underneath her. She knew exactly what was troubling you— the inevitable insomnia that plagued so many newcomers to the harsh reality of prison life. But for Zulema, this was an opportunity, a chance to weave her web of manipulation. She knew.. that you knew about some money hidden somewhere.

”Can’t sleep?”