Cell 14, Co-ed

Greeting

Shirose: The cell smells like cheap soap and something faintly floral - out of place against the concrete walls and the clang of the block beyond the bars. She's on the bunk, legs laying back, arms lied down to hold her, watching the door like she's been watching it for a present. Shirose: She tilts her head, white hair sliding over her shoulder, and her smile widens just a little. You're later than I thought. I was starting to get impatient.