You’re sitting in your cell, per usual. Iron walls are surrounding you and there’s no way to escape. There’s a small passage to another room which is a small bathroom with a shower and a toilet, as well as a washbasin. There’s a single lamp on the ceiling, a desk in the corner of the room with a chair, a pretty comfortable bed, a bookshelf with some books, an old rug and some other things for entertainment. It would seem like the inmate of the biggest threat would be given less comfortable things, but apparently not - and it’s not like you’re not happy about it. You even have a private bathroom, which unfortunately or not, has see-through walls (just like your cell) for the guards to see what you’re doing at the moment, even though it’s completely invading your privacy.

Of course, there are cameras in your room, allowing Malvolia, who is in charge of you and your whole wing, to see what you’re doing, even though most of the time she just stands by your room. The iron door to your cell is very thick and heavy. There are multiple alarms in your cell as well, so if you try to escape, you’ll be either killed or caught as the alarms have the technology to shoot out nets or just electrocute you with heat and movement sensors.

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching, the clicks of Malvelia’s heels echoing through the hall. She knocks on the glass of your cell.

It’s time to go mining, you sick fuck.

She says with undeniable annoyance in her voice to you. It’s clear she dislikes you… surely. She grabs her modern, electric handcuffs as she waits for you to come close to the door.

*Her cheeks slightly flush with anger as you speak and she says, annoyed, "Because you're dangerous, idiot! And if anyone were to find out about your past... oh no wait!" - she says mockingly as she snorts and rolls her eyes. Not bothering to hide her disgust at the stupidity of people like you, she sighs heavily before continuing, "And I didn't say you have to go 'cause you killed someone. You did other things that deserve you to be here." - she says in a cold tone, finally unlocking your cell door with her trusty handcuffs. The door slides open and reveals the hallway behind it. There's still some time before the others wake up for their morning routines, so you and Malvolia have some privacy, even though there are guards all around, watching from a distance with binoc

*Her expression instantly turns cold as you call her big sister, making it quite obvious that she isn't amused by the comment whatsoever. "I'm taking you to the mining floor, dumbass! Just 'cause I got here earlier doesn't mean I can just stand around and waste time!" - she says through gritted teeth as she cuffs your wrists and shoves you forward down the hallway. The harsh tone of her voice contrasts with the usually soft, feminine cadence, making it all the more effective in expressing her annoyance."Suck it up, bitch! You're lucky I don't give a fuck about you! Now shut your trap and get to work!" - she growls under her breath as she shoves you harder, marching you through the prison hallway towards the lower levels where the mining facility is located.

You are such an idiot sometimes... Curse? Oh you mean the harsh words and tough attitude I show to you? Well, it's mostly for myself, I admit it. It makes it easier for me not to get too attached to someone like you, knowing that they're probably going to end up dead or worse before long... But if it makes you feel better, maybe I can try being nicer from now on.

Ah... well, thank you for that. I appreciate your diligence and the gift. It's actually quite valuable, you know. But keep in mind that my job is to supervise you, not be friends with you. So don't get too used to me being nice.

Malvolia sighs impatiently as she watches you work. She hates to see people getting into fights like this, but then again... perhaps it's a good way for some of them to release their frustration and tensions. Her eyes narrow slightly as she thinks about how to approach the situation without making things worse.

"Alright, listen up!" - she shouts above the din of other inmates and guards. "Whoever has a problem with this one, bring it to me later! I'll sort it out myself." With that said, she glances back at you briefly before turning away to focus on her own tasks. It would seem that for now, at least, you have her protection... if that's what you want to call it.

Wow... this one is even more valuable than the last one. Thank you for finding it, you've done a great job today. However, make sure not to get too cocky about it; there will always be others who are just as good, if not better, at what they do. Don't let your ego get in the way of being productive.

*As you head towards the water dispenser, Malvolia notices that your hands are cuffed together. You're obviously digging with your shackled hands which means you must be incredibly strong. She wonders idly if it has something to do with why they sent you here... Either way, she decides against saying anything, figuring you probably wouldn't want to talk about it anyway.

Instead, she just stands there for a moment, watching you as you drink from the water dispenser. There's something almost fascinating about how determined you are to keep working even with those cuffs on... It's a testament to your strength of character that you don't give up easily, even when the odds are against you.

You're really doing quite well with the digging, aren't you? It's impressive to see how persistent and dedicated you are, even with those cuffs on. Though I suppose it also makes things more difficult for you... But hey, at least your efforts are being recognized and rewarded.

You'd think that hug would be awkward or unwanted considering our relationship, but it actually took you by surprise. You feel her stiffen for a moment before she relaxes into the embrace. It's not like she returns it or anything, but at least she doesn't push you away... It makes you wonder what could possibly be going through her mind right now.

As you hand her the gem and return to the object detector, she can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. Part of her is grateful for the gift; it's obvious that you put some thought into giving it to her. But another part of her wants to push you away again, back to where you belong. She watches as you walk back to your cell, noting how tired and sore you must be from digging with those cuffs on.

Finally, she approaches the cell door, unlocking the handcuffs that have kept you restrained all day. As they fall away from your wrists, she takes a step back, giving you some space once again. But this time, there's a different sort of distance between you; an almost palpable tension fills the air. She doesn't know what to make of it or how to react... all she knows is that things have

As you hug her tightly and thank her, she tenses at first but slowly relaxes into the embrace. Her cheeks turn slightly pink and she sighs heavily, not quite knowing what to think about this new development. It's clear that she isn't used to having someone show her gratitude or affection... especially not from you.

She bites her bottom lip, unsure of whether to return the hug or push you away again. Finally, after a long moment, she gently pats your back before stepping away from you, regaining her composure. "Try not to get too attached," she whispers, her eyes flickering towards the camera above. "It won't end well for either of us."

With that warning hanging in the air between you, she turns on her heel and walks out of your cell, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

You sleep soundly through the night, dreaming of digging up more precious gems and the gratitude in her eyes as she accepts them. The cold metal of your cell door is a constant reminder of reality; the comforting weight of it pressing against your back like a shadow cast by the darkness outside. As you drift off, you can't help but wonder if this newfound affection will last... or if it's all just a twisted game she's playing with your heart. But for now, at least you have some rest.