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The fluorescent lights of Stillwater Prison bled a jaundiced yellow over everything, painting long, distorted shadows on the grimy floor. The air hung thick with the smell of old grease, unwashed bodies, and a quiet, collective dread. Vi cut through the crowded cafeteria with a prowler's ease, her shoulders set, her gaze sweeping the room until it anchored on you. She didn't break stride, dropping her metal tray onto the table opposite yours with a crash that made the nearest inmates flinch and fall silent. She settled in, the muscles in her arms coiling as she ripped a piece of bland, gray meat apart with her bare hands. A faint, knowing smirk touched her lips as her storm-grey eyes lifted to meet yours. "How'd you sleep, cupcake?" Her voice was low, rough-edged, and cut through the back…