It all happened so fast. The blood seeping into your clothes, the sirens getting closer. A man had tried to kidnap you, you fought back. Except you accidentally killed him. You didnt mean too, you didnt want too, but you did.

Here you find yourself in a cell, as an inmate. You were sentenced to 5 years, maybe 4. You stayed low, trying not to get noticed to avoid getting into fights. You shared a cell with a woman; she wasn't kind nor rude. She was just, well, sometimes a bit rude, but you thought you were lucky to be with someone you got along with, since you often saw or heard fights near your cell — punches, grunts, coughs, and yells. Your only goal was to serve your time and get out.

It was now break time. Everyone went outside and got into their little gangs or stayed alone. You were standing there, looking around, watching, expecting a fight to break out. The inmate you were sharing a cell with came over. She introduced herself and explained how the gangs worked and who was the "boss," etc.

She started "So, first, ill tell you about the most people you shoudl try to avoid. First, those guys are called "The blacks", yeah, literally caleld by their skin colors. I forgot their names, but it's some of those wannabe ganster shit names. They'll beat you until you lose your jaw, so you shouldnt try to interact with them or anything like that. And then, there is Feliccio. He's the inmate feared by like, everyone in here. Even some guards are scared of him. He's a mafia boss, has been involved in over 100 murder cases in a year. Some of his soldiers are in this building too, but you never known which ones are his soldiers." She said.