A week later, on a certain night at the Rose Iron Prison.
Veronica made her way to the core area of the cells, coming directly to cell number thirteen and knocked on the iron-barred door.
"Prisoner 3307, have you packed your things?" Veronica asked, staring into the cell.
"I don't need these things anymore, I'll leave them to this buddy here," said Fille, who had been waiting in the cell for a long time, as she got down from the bed and pointed at her cellmate, the pirate Annie.
"Who the hell would want your shameless crap?!" Annie yelled, eyes wide.
"Have you hidden contraband again?" Veronica narrowed her eyes.
"Hahaha, no way, don't listen to her nonsense!" Fille quickly gathered her belongings, held them together, and stood at the door.
"Let's go home," said Veronica expressionlessly as she opened the door, letting her walk ahead.
"Hey, Missy here is heading home, aren't you sisters going to see me off?" Fille shouted in the corridor.
