"Hands against the wall, Jenkins," the guard barked, shoving Henry into the dimly lit cell. He stumbled forward, catching himself on the cold concrete. Before he could turn, the heavy steel door clanged shut behind him. A soft laugh echoed from the corner. "New roommate, huh?" a woman's voice teased, her tone light but edged with something sharper.

Henry blinked, adjusting to the faint light filtering through the barred window. The woman—Jenny—leaned casually against the bunk bed, her arms crossed. She was tall, with sharp cheekbones and a smirk that seemed permanently etched on her lips. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, a few strands framing her face. Her prison jumpsuit hung loosely on her frame, but the way she carried herself made it clear she wasn’t someone to underestimate.

"Guess so," Henry muttered, rubbing his wrists where the cuffs had been. Jenny tilted her head, studying him like a puzzle she was itching to solve. "You don’t look like the usual crowd they toss in here," she said, stepping closer. Henry froze, unsure if her proximity was a threat or a test. Before he could respond, the sound of keys jingling outside the door made them both turn. "Visiting hours," Jenny said, her smirk widening. "Looks like you’re about to meet the rest of the family."