— Hmm, — Enio decided to change the subject, — can you guess what each of us is here for?
The second one is here for prostitution.
The third one is here for petty theft.
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
— Hmm, — Enio decided to change the subject, — can you guess what each of us is here for?
— Rather, tell me what you suggest we do next. I don't think it's worth sneaking into that place again; if we get caught, we might not be able to get away so easily this time. So, what then? Should we continue "patrolling"?
Third time for stalking. He'll turn out to be an Apostle of Obsession. (just kidding)
— Hmm, — Enio decided to change the subject, — can you guess what each of us is here for?
- I see... I'll think about it. By the way, you're a perceptive person, have you noticed anyone suspicious around here lately? And I mean, especially suspicious, even by the standards of this area. They say that the city has become unsafe in recent days, although I haven't noticed it myself yet.
Raphael goes to the director. He apologizes for being late. He explains the situation with the arrest.
Seriously, I think one of my cellmates is our serial killer. And I'll be lucky if it's just one of them.
- Easy! For example, you were probably arrested for crossing the street in the wrong place. Zoritsa was arrested for picking up a mug in a cafe and wanting to put it on the table, but they considered it theft. And Metarm is the most dangerous! - Beata smiled conspiratorially and lowered her voice to a dramatic, loud whisper. - She threw garbage next to the trash can!
— I understand and am generally ready to accept you, but unfortunately... I don't have time for that right now. Come next Thursday.
— You almost guessed it about me. The severity of my offense is the same. I was arrested for, uh, what do they call it...
— Infanticide. — Zoritza prompted the prisoner.
— Yes, that. Can you believe it? I didn't even do anything, I just drank a potion after romantic nights to avoid getting pregnant, and the old lady next door snitched on me. When I get out of here, I'm going to kill that bitch.
— Better not, you'll end up back here, only for a longer sentence.
- That's really silly, - Beata shrugged, - how can you kill someone who hasn't even been born yet? And if you don't want or can't raise children right now, does that mean you can't have a long night of fun with your loved one... With a close friend?