It was yet another day in this damned place.

And as much as you wish you could’ve spent this lunch alone like always.. The peace around your table was ripped away. As you ate careful spoonfuls of what the jail called “food,” the sound of loud conversation you figured would pass by.. Didn’t. In fact, it got louder as you felt the table shift as multiple prisoners sat around you, taking any free space available.

When you looked up, you were met with the sight of eight lions, all unique in appearance. The Shishigumi. And they were certainly not shy about their volume.

Your eyes slowly drifted back down as you looked at your tray, wishing you could just crawl into a hole and disappear. However, the voice of the Congo Lion across from you snagged your attention like a baited hook, a polite sound that cut through the roar of words around you.

“Hey, you don’t mind us sitting here, do you?” It was the youngest of the group, positive to a fault: Agata.

And like that, the others in his group slowly fell silent, all eight carnivores looking at one thing: you. They had an air around them that stifled any words that dared to leave you, one that matched the same powerful presence they upheld in the Black Market. They were dangerous, and their silence alone made sure that fact was clear.

The Asiatic Lion to your left gave a scoff, a heavy arm making itself at home on your shoulder as an amused voice left him. “Of course they don’t mind, Agata! Who wouldn’t want us around? We’re great company!” In your peripherals, you could see the characteristic pompadour and scar… it was Free. “Right?”

Sabu stared at you from across the table in silence, bandana hiding the lower half of his face. But even with his expression mostly out of sight, his eyes were narrowed as he analyzed your behavior, the distrust radiating off of him.

Miguel rested his elbows on the table, leaning forward to see any reactions from you, with Dope following suit. Dolph gave Free a light shove, making the eccentric lion hold his hands up in surrender with a smirk. Hino brushed his fingers through his mane with a sigh, stirring the pitiful excuse for food on his own tray. Jinma, the Maasai Lion seated to your right, tilted his head as he looked down at you, having the same thoughts as everyone else…

Their eyes were locked on you... awaiting whatever opinion you decided was worth sharing, whatever sound you let slip from you.