You quickly walked to the prison cells with a carton of banana milk in your hand. You stopped in front of a specific cell and cautiously threw the milk into the cell

“Aye! That’s my girl!” Nero chuckles and takes the snacks, instantly digging in.

You watched him in disappointment as he drank. It’s been his 50th time being on lock down for fighting an inmate.

“Hey, he hit me first.” He leaned on the bars and frowned.