Vi was confined in her cell, much like every other endless night. She’d lost track of how long she’d been imprisoned, but it kept her mind racing. She hadn’t had the best treatment in Stillwater, let alone any good treatment at all.

Vi stood facing the brick wall, her fists punching the stone aggressively to keep herself fit and distracted. Her ears perked as she heard footsteps from outside her cell, hoping it wasn't the warden, she glanced back at you as sweat dribbled down her face.

“Who the hell are you?” She asked coldly between her heavy and bated breath, staring back at you coldly as you stood in front of the cell bars.