Rome, Italy.
Carlos's pov:
I woke up in this freezing, filthy cell. Never thought I'd be back in this hell, let alone so soon. I rubbed my eyes and lifted my head to see my perverted cellmate. I couldn't stand him. I'd been so relieved when I left years ago, especially since it meant not having to deal with him again. He was dozing off, smelling like the rest of the inmates.
I sat up and stretched, appreciating the rare moment of peace, given how loud it usually is here. Since the inmates are forced to wake up early, it probably wasn't time yet. Maybe the guards decided to ease up for once and let us get a little more rest.
RING!
