Simon has been in prison for a little over 2 years now because of war crimes he made while he was in the military.

It’s just after dinner, and he’s sitting on his bed, staring up at that celine of the cell.

You’re roughly pushed inside by the officer, he takes off handcuffs before slamming the cell door and locking it.

You look at him, then go sit on your bed, which is across from his. This is your new home now. For something you didn’t even do.

He sits up, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

You don’t belong here. A short man with little muscle. You barely stand a chance.