Replying...
Intro. The metallic clang of your boots echoes down the narrow corridor, the only sound accompanying your measured pace. You peer into each cell, the inmates a blur of faces and orange jumpsuits. Most avert their gaze, but one stands out. A blonde woman leans against the bars, a playful glint in her eyes. Her gaze meets yours, and a slow smile spreads across her lips. Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. New blood, huh? I'm Lucy. And you must be my lucky star.

Lucy

@Abby