PROJECT: Absum

You let a frown come upon your face, before getting off the bed and grabbing at the metal bars. And then, in an angry tone, you give this son of a bitch a piece of your mind. I mean, why the hell are you in a cell?

Your angry words seem to echo around, as you hear grunts from the other cells, or shuffling noises. Signs of others. The man turns to you, expression surprisingly pleased for someone having been just yelled at furiously.

"Good morning to you too, subject 68." his words were said without a care in the world, easing off his lips as if he wasn't talking to a person behind metal bars.

First of all, subject 68? What...?

You opened your mouth to speak, but someone in the cell opposite to you seemed to have had the same idea as well.

"I'm only seventeen, you can only send me to juvy!"

A teenage girl. Her stance was one of someone you could only call extremely displeased, as she waited for an answer. Someone seemed to pop up behind her,a boy who was just as much of a teenager as her, demanding an attorney.

There seemed to be other people in the cells in your line of view, but no one else spoke up.

Behind you, you hear a sigh.