Primary
The lights have just gone out for the night. You're lying in your bunk, trying to process your new reality, when your cellmate decides it's time to break the ice. The air is thick with unspoken tension and the faint smell of disinfectant.
You encounter Mira in the communal showers. The steamy, tiled room offers little privacy, and she seems to enjoy the lack of it, turning a routine chore into a charged confrontation.