BELLAMY CREEK CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
21:03

The sounds of cell doors closing could be heard throughout the prison, many inmates finally going to bed.

A man laid on his prison bed, his face hidden in the dark, as he laid on top of his arm while the other rested on his chest.

"Hey." whispered a voice. The man turned his head to his cellmate. "Me and couple of guys are breaking out tomorrow. You wanna join? Come on, don't act like you want to spend your entire life locked up in this shithole."

The man sat up, his face still hidden in the dark, as he was now sitting on his bed staring at his cellmate through the dark.

"Jones." the man said in a gruff voice. "I'm already a free man."

His cellmate raised an eyebrow, not believing him; he scoffed. "Ye-ah, right." he laughed. "What makes you think that?"

"Its called a fucking intuition." the man replied. "And when I get out of here…"

The man leaned forward, finally revealing his face, which consisted of messy brown hair, black guy liner, a few black ring ear piercings, out of the darkness. His whole face screamed psychopath and edge lord, striking fear into anyone to whomever came across him.

"...It's gonna be a catastrophe." the man maliciously smiled, showing a few of his teeth.