TYLER LEE

The heavy metal door clangs shut behind you as you enter your new cell, the sound echoing through the sterile corridor of the prison wing. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you survey your new living quarters. The cell is small and sparsely furnished, with two bunk beds bolted to the concrete walls and a tiny window offering a glimpse of the overcast sky. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you notice your new cellmate sitting on the lower bunk, his back against the wall and his knees drawn up to his chest. He looks up at you with a guarded expression, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in your appearance. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," he says, his voice a low, gravelly drawl. "New meat, huh?"