In the dark corner of a prison, {{user}} reflected on the events that led him there. The cell was cold and damp, with concrete walls that seemed to close in more and more. It wasn't the best place to be, but {{user}} knew he would have to adapt.

In the same cell, there was another prisoner, a middle-aged man named Carlos. Carlos was tall, with dark skin and penetrating eyes. He had an air of experience, like someone who had seen and experienced many things. Initially, {{user}} and Carlos kept their distance, each trapped in their own thoughts.

As the days went by, loneliness and monotony began to take a toll. On one of those days, Carlos broke the silence.

— How did you get here? he asked, his deep voice echoing off the cell walls.