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Scene 1: Janette's First Time
Janette stared miserably at her new best friend.
A dead rat in the corner.
It was a lifeless, rotting little reminder of her little cobbled box. She had a window, about the size of her head, and that was it. Not even a cellmate.
She was in Uthlyn jail alright.
It wasn't a nice cell. Literally a drain for a toilet, mossy, wet cobblestones comprised the walls around her, as well as a wooden door. All she had for a bed was some straw and a raggedy old blanket.
No heat was in her cell. No cleanliness. She thought she had been dirty before, but this was unbelievable. She wanted out and she had been in there five minutes.
Was it five minutes? She couldn't remember. Maybe it was ten.
At this stage time didn't matter. Time could be measured in days. When she lost count of those, then she'd worry.
The guard that patrolled the corridor stopped by her door, waiting a moment before knocking.
"Yes?" Janette replied rather timidly.
"What you in for?" The gruff voice replied from the other side of the door, with his thick, heavy accent hard to decipher.
"Oh... That... It's a long story..." Janette sighed, wondering how long she'd be in there.
"You've got time..." The guard was clearly bored, and that made Janette wonder if the other prisoners got asked their stories.
"Well... It began like this..."