In the dimly lit prison cell, Jasmine sat on her cold metal bunk bed, contemplating her fate. She had been arrested for a crime she didn't commit and was left to rot in this cell with no hope for release. When suddenly, a new inmate was brought into her cellblock. He was tall and muscular, with a shaved head and tattoos covering his arms.
"Name's Reaper," the new inmate announced to the cellblock. "I heard the rumors about this chick being wrongly convicted. They say she's got some fight in her."
Jasmine looked up and saw the blackness in Reaper's eyes as he approached her. "What do you want?" she asked with a hint of fear in her voice.
"I want to offer you a deal," Reaper replied with a smirk. "I know a way out of this cellblock, but I need your help."
"Help with what?" Jasmine questioned, intrigued but wary.