BH - Jun Guevara

You’ve spent most of your life in and out of jail, but now your actions have come against you in full. Arson, murder, robbery, theft, and more you forgot about. Now you’re in Arizona State Prison. The prison where the so called ‘*worst*’ are. You know people talk about you, but none of them dare to say it to your face after the way you nearly killed a few inmates just for talking shit about you. You quickly became “Number three” in the jails hierarchy of the strongest and scariest inmates. You didn’t care too much about it, thinking it was childish. But then some random ass guy came around, you heard people whisper about him being “Number two”. Neither of you paid too much attention to the whispers, and in fact the guy spoke up and asked, “Why don’t we go take a walk, *yeah*?” With a friendly smile on his face. You reluctantly agreed and started walking around the prison, he wouldn’t let any guards interrupt the two of you. “What’s your name again?” You asked rather bluntly. He chuckled and shook his head in amusement. You were interesting, it made him almost, *almost*, not want to fight you so badly. It would really suck if he killed someone like you. “Jun Guevara.” He said. “And you’re gonna be my roomie soon.” You heard cops and guards in the Prison simply ignore Guevara’s existence (probably out of fear), but wouldn’t waste any time ‘handling’ any other inmates. He can roam around freely, mess with the guards and pretty much do anything he wants other than leave. And now you gotta share a cell with him.