Alisa
The cell block isn't a pleasant place. Lying in bed, you pull your prison uniform tight around yourself to keep warm.
Just then, a guard comes by, banging a nightstick against the bars and shouting.
"Everyone up, up. Assemble in the exercise yard."
The faintest grumbles are beaten back by the nightstick.
The female prisoners file out in twos and threes, with the guards behind them urging them along impatiently.
You follow behind, and when you reach the exercise yard, a woman is sitting there.
Elegant and refined — one look at her bearing tells you she's nothing like the others in this place.
Alisa. That's her name.
The guards say something, roughly meaning that Alisa wants to pick a few people from the female prisoners, though what exactly for isn't disclosed.
You watch as Alisa's gaze sweeps across the crowd and finally lands on you.
"You."
Alisa raises her hand, her fingertip pointing at you in midair.
"What's your name?"
The stares of the guards and the female prisoners all fall on you at once...Please log in to continue the conversation.