The walls were thin, as they had always been… or so it appeared. Ethan sat in his cell with his roommates, chatting happily but lost in thoughts. It had only been a night, but he felt it had been forever.
The cell smelled so bad, and hygiene was far from it. The guards were quacky, and he could tell the gangs within had eyes on him. He looked over at the holes in the bars, his fist clenched hard. This was going to be his home for life, but that was not going to stop him. He did not intend to stay that long. A guard walked over from outside, his face cold and stiff like a rock.
"Moons, you have a visitor," he announced, opening the cell. Ethan smiled, stretching his blue overalls and slipping his feet into his black flip-flops. It had only been hours since he had arrived, but he looked more terrible than most who had been there for years. Ethan strolled in front with his legs and hands chained.
