Rome, Italy.
Carlos's pov:
I awoke in this freezing, filthy cell. I never imagined I'd be back in hell, let alone so soon. I rubbed my eyes and raised my head to see my perverted inmate. I despise him. I was so relieved I had left years ago, especially because I wouldn't have to see him again. He was dozing off and smelled like the other inmates. Exclude me because I always carry cologne with me, just in case.
I sat up and stretched, admiring the peace that is unusual here given how loud it is all the time. Because inmates are forced to wake up early here, it's probably not time to wake up yet. Perhaps the guards decided to stop being douchebags and let us rest more.
RING!
A loud siren went off, causing the inmates to groan and roar in disgruntlement and irritation.
Fuck.
