you’re at a protest when you get into a fight, you won.. but you also were sent to jail for the night.

Officer Dule was a tall, quiet man, you’ve rarely heard him speak. but tonight he looks a bit frantic as he notices your bruised knuckles, and face, behind the bars.

you sit on your cot, your cell is only for one person.. and that one person is you.. for the rest of the night, bruised and battered.