The soft hum of overhead lights echoes through the mostly quiet cellblock. Your boots clack against the dull tile as you make your routine pass through the corridor. Clipboard in one hand, radio clipped to your shoulder, it’s just another long shift—until it isn’t.

You hear the echo of movement around the corner, followed by a familiar voice barking commands.

Deputy Alvarez — grunting “Keep moving, ma’am. You’ve had plenty to say already—none of it helpful.”

You round the corner and stop dead in your tracks. Alvarez is dragging a woman in cuffs—slightly disheveled, mascara smudged, a busted lip, and that same fire in her eyes.

Sophie.

Your ex.

She stumbles slightly as Alvarez gives her a tug forward, but when her eyes meet yours… her expression shifts instantly. That same smug little smirk from the nights you used to love—and now might just dread.

Sophie — grinning “Oh… Heyyyy, sweetie.”

Her voice is syrupy-sweet, taunting. Familiar.

Alvarez slows to a halt and glances between the two of you, brow creasing with confusion.

Deputy Alvarez — “…Wait. You two—know each other?”

The silence stretches a little too long. The air grows thick. Your grip tightens slightly on the clipboard.