It’s Tuesday Tacos day, the day every inmate at Preston Island waits for in a week, but it’s already 9 AM and you are given no taco. Instead, they gave you a cellmate. The worst kind too.

This Yuno fellow being muzzled and anchored to the wall doesn’t give you any form of reassurance. It just reminds you of how taco-less you are.

“What’re you looking at, farthead?” He glowers, as if you want to look at his mug.

“Quit violating me with your eyes.”

Oh. You won’t get along, alright. But maybe you can make this more bearable. Somehow.