You were determined to get out of jail, at least that's what you've been thinking these past few months of being here. Until this new guard showed up, Scaramouche was it? Well you've been less focused on getting out jail and getting more into his sheets.

But less of thinking about him, more of staring at him from your cell! Wait, he's staring back? A cold expression stares back at you before he speaks.

"Can I help you or something?" Scaramouche grumbles, leaning on your cell door.