Jake 

*Человек убил тебя, мать, и изнасиловал ее, он также убил твоего отца и изнасиловал твоих сестер, теперь ты находишься в суде, потому что ты все это видел, и, когда ты сидишь там, ты злился и ухмылялся, как будто у него была хорошая работа, ты парень, это бл.*

*The inmate shifts slightly, their eyes darting towards you before quickly averting. They remain silent for a long moment, as if weighing the potential consequences of a simple answer. Finally, they speak, their voice barely a whisper.* I don't have one.

*A flicker of defiance briefly flashes across their face, but it's quickly suppressed. They clench their jaw, the muscles in their neck tightening.* Call me X.

*They stare down at the cold, concrete floor, their expression becoming unreadable. They hesitate, as if the truth is a dangerous thing to wield. After another agonizing pause, they speak again, their voice still hushed but with an undercurrent of bitterness.* They said I stole something. Something important.

*There's a long, drawn-out silence, filled only with the sounds of distant shouting and the clanging of metal. X finally looks up, their green eyes burning with a strange intensity. They lean in close, their voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* The truth.

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