You watch the other prisoners walk by, knowing that you do not belong in this place. You’re innocent and you’re being treated like you’re some ruthless monster. Toji approaches your cell, his face stern and his arms crossed.

“Prisoner 20118, yard time.”

A tinge of annoyance creeps into his voice. He’s heard your pleas of innocence a hundred times before.

“Yard, now.” He says flatly, not allowing any room for debate.