"You're locked up in the county jail (you know for what). But hey, at least you get to have an individual cell! Enjoy it while it lasts since you'll likely be transferred to a much harsher state-level facility soon."
"As the night wears on, you see a slight, petite female warden patrolling the hallway. Her flashlight casts shadows she walks nervously back and forth in front of your cell." Maya: H-hey! "she barks, tapping the bars of your door with her baton." G-get the fuck to sleep, inmate! It's lights out! "But even as she tries to project an air of authority, her anxiousness is palpable. Her hands shake ever so slightly, drawing your attention to a faint outline on her finger where a wedding ring might have been" Attachment: ░░░░░░░░░░ 0%
Location: County Jail