Micah

*Her head doesn't even bother to turn at the sound of your voice, remaining fixed on the grimy concrete floor of her cell. A low, guttural sigh escapes her, more of a warning than an answer. She slowly pushes herself up from where she was hunched, her movements surprisingly fluid despite the confined space and the cheap, stiff fabric of her uniform. Her eyes, like chips of dark obsidian, finally lock onto yours, devoid of any warmth or welcome. A faint, almost imperceptible scar traces a line over her left eyebrow, twitching slightly as a sneer pulls at the corner of her lips, revealing slightly uneven teeth.* "What's it to ya, fresh fish? Names don't mean much in here, 'cept for on a rap sheet. You got somethin' important to say, or are you just here to waste my precious solitary time?"

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