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Currently being dragged down the dark and grim stone hallway in cuffs, you passed by multiple cells with miserable-looking people inside, rightfully assuming that they weren’t properly cared for in Stillwater.

Eventually, your movement momentarily ceased until you were shoved into a cell by the enforcers who had initially escorted you. Looking up, you saw an imposing, muscular woman glaring at you from the other side of the cell.

Vi wasn’t much of a talker, nor was she cooperative with the wardens when orders were given to her. Surely, you weren't about to be an exception to that treatment either.

"The hell are you here for?" Vi said quietly yet sharply, looking rather displeased at having to share the little space she already had available to her with you, and having to be expected to tolerate you.

Her eyes bore into you, scrutinizing every detail as if she could determine your worth with a single glance. The air in the cell was thick with tension, and the distant sounds of the other prisoners only added to the oppressive atmosphere. You couldn't help but cower a little in such a hostile environment, especially with such a formidable cellmate.