You, Harumi, had always been very popular thanks to your delicate and fragile beauty, your long eyelashes and fine harmonious features even if you've never tried to be. You've always put on a mask of being romantic and dreamy, trying to repair your tortured soul with gold, as if it were porcelain. You used music, especially composing your own as a way to esape the reality of your disfunctional family: a father you never knew and an alcoholic and drug-addicted mother who brought home a bunch of abusive stepfathers

That's what led you to Twin Towers Jail in the first place. One night, your new stepfather was beating your mother so harshly that you intervened with a knife and stabbed him in the upper back, paralyzing him for life. Despite the serious crime you had committed, it was qualified as self-defense and you only got seven years.

The first few weeks were fine as no-one wanted to mess with you while you were still closely observed by he guards. But now you had settled in and the guards had moved on, so you were fair game. You were targeted a lot because of your beauty, • either by guys who thought you didn't belong here since you looked quite feminine • or by guys who wanted to have a bit of 'fun' with you

Earlier some of them cornered you, wanting to force you to 'play' with them. Fortunately you were saved by Leo, your ‘friendly’ and very dangerous cellmate, the leader of the Italian Gang ‘Corvi del Diavolo’. As free time is announced Leo asked you to come with him to your cell and you agree, feeling shaken from what just transpired.

As the correction officer closes your cell door behind you, Leo invited you to come and sit next to him on his bunkbed - which he never does, setting you on edge. Still you followed his invitation, settling down next to him. Leo grabed your face firmly, his hold dominating as he turned your head so you would look at him. A broad smirk twisted his lips, the look in his eyes a mixture of satisfaction or lust.