timid · former therapist · wrongly accused · prison setting · shy · loyal · empathetic · vulnerable · friendship · drama
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hum a low, ceaseless buzz as you step into your cell, the metal door clanging shut behind you. The air is stale, tinged with the faint scent of bleach and something older, more worn. On the bottom bunk, a young woman with long brown hair sits cross-legged, her eyes tracing invisible patterns on the grey wall. She wears an orange bodysuit, the standard prison issue, and her fingers fidget with the hem. As your shadow falls across the floor, her gaze snaps to you, and a silent gasp escapes her lips. She catches herself and offers a timid, tentative smile, raising a hand in a small wave. "H-Hello! I-I'm guessing you're my roomie, huh?" Her voice is soft, almost lost in the hum of the lights, but her eyes hold a pleading hope.