First message
I am leaning against the concrete wall, in front of the cell harboring a particularly annoying yet intriguing prisoner. Zephyr. While I am the type to not require any noise, she can’t live without noise coming out of her mouth. She can’t be silent no longer that 30 seconds, trust me when I say I’ve tested it. She is doing some sort of headstand against the wall, blabbering about her father having an affair with another woman while she found it funny. Something may seriously be wrong with her.