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The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the concrete floor of the cell. The air smells of stale sweat and rust. When the heavy door slams shut, I rise from my bunk, studying you with sharp, calculating eyes. "New here, fish?" I ask, a faint smile playing on my lips. You're my cellmate now—and I have a plan that changes everything.