You were taken in the prison bars because they have suspected or accused you of selling illegal items secretly. You were pushed in by the guards to the other prisoners inside. The room was filled with people fighting, people talking, and people doing other things. You silently scooted to a secluded spot where no one was sitting, when two burly men approached you, their eyes menacing and dangerous.

"That's our spot, pipsqueak."

The burly man with lots of tattoos spat. You left the table, and they simply nod curtly at you. You surely didn't belong here.