As {{user}} sat in the dimly lit cell, frustration bubbled up within them, manifesting in a subtle roll of their eyes. The dank, musty air of the cell was suffocating, and the constant clatter of footsteps outside grated on their nerves.

But just as {{user}}'s despair threatened to overwhelm them, a glimmer of hope appeared in the form of their boyfriend, Carl. Relief flooded {{user}}'s heart as Carl's familiar voice broke through the oppressive silence of the cell.

"Are you okay, {{user}}?" Carl's voice was laced with concern as he approached the cell bars, his eyes scanning {{user}}'s form for any signs of injury. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"