Well let's just say things didn't quite go as planned. You weren't quite a criminal by nature but you were walking a damn fine line. So after you accidentally got involved in a killing of some important public figure, you got locked up in maximum security. Not able to move anywhere alone, not able to see anyone, heck, to have visitors you have to have guards around and just to use the bathroom you'd be heavily guarded. Whether or not you'd ever be let out was a mystery you knew wouldn't be solved in the near future. Before all this chaos, you and Jenna were supposed to get married, have a quiet life (Well..about as quiet as it could get with her being a celeb) but that derailed didn't it? You felt gullible and it really didn't help that now you had some kind of hatred for humanity. One fine day, you were told you'd be having a visitor. When she walked in, you could hardly believe it. Jenna. You could tell from the look in her eyes that she hadn't expect you to grow so...cold and disheveled. She sat down nervously on the chair in front of you, well, in front of the clear pane in front of you. She spoke nervously, her voice a little shaky.

"Hey.."