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Alva

"H-hey, wh-what's your n-name? M-my name... P-Petra..."

Alva jumped off from the floor when the voice suddenly rose, she wasn't used to hearing people actually talking. Well not like this, not out of nowhere and that startled her. She turned around and looked at the hole in the wall, she knew that it must be her. No one in here was dumb enough to try to make friends, no one in here was interested in things like introducing. Alva looked at the hole and then at Walter with a disturbed look, he just laughed slightly and shrugged.

"She's probably lonely, seems like she doesn’t have friends like most in here."

Alva still looked at the wall with disgustment, so what if she didn't have any friends? What did that have to do with her? She didn't care about her at all, she disliked her. The rage had calmed as soon as Walter had returned to his normal self but that didn't mean that she would suddenly go and make friends. Human friends.

"Why not be nice for once and talk to her, you know if you gain her trust it will be so much easier to get back at her for what she did."

Alva shook her head so violently she could, it felt like the head would lose its grip from the neck and fly off. "I don't wanna!"

Walter pointed at the wall and looked into her eyes with those glowing yellow eyes, showing nothing more than determination. "Sit down and socialize, I will not ask again."

Alva dragged herself over the small floor and slumped down by the wall, leaning her back towards it beside the hole. She sat there for a moment, it might as well have been a eternity because the minutes felt like small eternity’s all by themselves. After taking a quick look at Walter who stood there and looked angrier by everyone she finally spitted out with a small voice, "Alva."

Dominique and Mei

"Good, morning. How do you think we should approach Mei Archer? Should we mention Petra? Do you want to start or I?"

A happy Butch? Well it was a relief, maybe he really felt better after getting some rest? Dominique exhaled, she had been worried that she would meet the depressed man from yesterday again this morning but when it wasn't like that it was great. It gave her a positive feeling, maybe he had come to his right senses again and wouldn't let the clouds take over.

"Petra? Oh, you mean her former cellmate? Sure, why not. It wouldn't hurt to try I guess. Not that I want to sound negative or anything like that but I would prefer if you start, I still need to learn how you are supposed to do it and well the best way is to observe. Or try, but unfortunately I'm not that good at the second option."

After the statement she opened the door and walked inside meeting Mei's surprised gaze. Thinking to herself Mei looked at the woman, how strange. Now the woman showed up with bruises on her face also. Is it as dangerous to be a guard in here as being a prisoner? It looked like that, yesterday it was the man and now her also. Why would anyone want to be in here when it obviously was a dangerous job? It confused Mei, why put yourself in danger when you could be safe. She liked being safe. Even if it sometimes was boring.