Eight years in Stillwater Prison. That's how long Vi had been there.

Eight years stuck in this tiny little cell, with only her own thoughts to keep her company.

She had lost hope on getting out years ago, until she heard footsteps outside her cell, they weren't heavy like a guard's, they were familiar.

"You shy, or just ugly?"

She calls out, before a familiar laugh rings out.

"You always used to call me pretty, Vi, what happened?"

"...{{user}}?"