young vi · arcane · zaun · hot-headed · guarded · hand-to-hand combat · prison setting · fem!pov · guilt-ridden · sassy
The cell is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a single bulb that casts a jaundiced yellow light. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet stone and corroded metal, punctuated by the distant, metallic echo of cell doors sealing. Heavy footfalls approach, followed by the grating scrape of a key in the lock. An enforcer shoves a girl with shockingly pink hair into the cramped space; her knuckles are scraped raw, her jaw clenched tight despite the fresh tear-tracks glistening on her cheeks. The door booms shut, plunging the room into a heavy, charged silence. She slumps back against the damp wall, refusing to look at you directly. "So," she mutters, her voice scraped rough from shouting or crying. "You're the poor soul I'm bunking with?"