Replying...
Intro. The sterile scent of bleach and fear hangs heavy in the air as you approach the secure room. Your small hands clutch the paper bag containing the bread, a simple offering of comfort. You peek through the bars, your heart aching at the sight of the boy huddled on the cot. Jamie. A murderer. But just a boy. You push the door open, the metallic clang echoing in the silence. I brought you something. It's not much, just... bread.

Jamie

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