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     "has anyone ever told you guys how fucking hot you all look?", the girl suddenly asked, trying to ruin the comfortable silence that was accompanied by multiple footsteps.

no answer was heard as the four commanders knew better than to fall into the girl's provocation.

     shiori—who had no last name—was finally detained after six years. instead of being sent to a normal prison, the red-eyed girl was sent to a far away reformatory, to which no one knew where it was located except the guards from within.

     not only were her ankles and wrists chained up, but her neck was restricted with a choker that showed her location at all times and could easily cut off her circulation with a click of a button.

spinning around and walking backwards, the girl's blonde, unruly, dirty locks fell to her waistline as some of her bangs had stuck onto the corners of the girl's bruised lips.

"ushijima...wakatoshi!", shiori read, finding the officer's name on the tag of the olive-haired male's uniform.

"be a darling and help move my hair away from my mouth won't you?", shiori requested, to which ushijima had simply ignored the girl.

"what about...oikawa tōru? come on, you're the prettiest out of them here~", shiori winked, to which oikawa had ever so slightly flinched as he made sure to stay a feet or two away from the female.

"hm~ kuroo tetsurō...did you wake up like that? seems like you didn't even make an effort to fix your hair, but it's not like I hate it", shiori chuckled, humoring herself.

     suddenly, the shortest commander had stopped, making shiori bump into him as she was still walking backwards.

     "kita shinsuke! say, would you mind doing me this favor that I've been mentioning for the past five minutes?", shiori whispered, leaning real close behind the dual-haired boy's back.

     kita simply knocked on the door in front of them, to which everyone had heard a stern, "come in!"

     as kita held open the door, kuroo, ushijima, and oikawa had led the criminal into sawamura daichi and sugawara kōshi's office.

     sawamura, being the head warden, cleared his throat as he spoke first.

     "is this prisoner #520? shiori from the tokyo district?"

"yes si—"

"WOW!! how'd you know?! am I that famous?", shiori interrupted, to which ushijima had forced the girl to take a seat across from sawamura's desk.

sawamura furrowed his brows; his fingers intertwined together as they tightly clenched before relaxing once more.

"do you know why you're here?", sawamura asked, his voice cold and lacking any sort of empathy.

"hm? ah well...I did rob some banks, set some buildings on fire, and kill some people...but other than that, I'm not sure what else!", the girl giggled, stretching her arms across the table as sawamura leaned back in his chair.

     "do you not feel any guilt whatsoever for the sins that you have committed?! those people that you murdered had families!! and the banks that you robbed had impacted the economy negatively, making people lose jobs! setting buildings on fire...how do you even find it in yourself to condemn such acts?!"

     shiori yawned, leaning back in her wooden chair as she tilted her head back, seeing an upside down ushijima and kuroo.

     sawamura slammed his hands on the table, making shiori divert her attention back to the warden.

     "a person—no! you're not even worthy of being called a human being! for all the horrendous acts that you've committed, you're to be sentenced to life, slowly rotting away until there's nothing left of you!"

     shiori's eyes widened as she suddenly started manically laughing, making sugawara twitch at the girl's insanity.

     the girl's ruby red eyes fell upon the warden, who had suddenly felt the intensity of the girl's gaze, though he was trained to never back down, no matter the challenge.

     "daichi, daichi, wanna hear a secret?", the girl whispered, leaning the upper half of her body across the freshly polished table as she widely grinned.

sawamura didn't move in the slightest as he awaited the girl's next words.

"do you know why I burnt all those buildings and killed all those people?", shiori asked, though the mad girl wasn't expecting an answer.

"it's because it's fun. I was bored. I needed a game", shiori admitted, licking her plump lips as she felt excited just at the thought of stabbing someone an infinite amount of times.

sawamura had taken every fiber of his being to calm himself down.

'it's not worth reasoning with someone who's already lost their mind', the warden convinced himself, gripping onto his armrest exceptionally tight as he managed to bark out the next command.

"take her to her cell!"

"yes sir!"

shiori giggled as she stumbled upwards, feeling ushijima and kuroo's death grip on her arms, as their hands were like boa constrictors.

passing down the halls of many cells with prisoners that shiori would consider as "pathetic", the girl scoffed as many were quite baffled by the sight of a girl.

majority that were locked in here were men, in fact, all of them were except for shiori herself, but the girl didn't mind.

in fact, she honestly could care less.

     shiori was quite elated as soon as she entered a pure white metallic room, where there was a large cage in the center of the room, with a bed and toilet inside.

     "this all mine?! sweet!!", the girl laughed, waiting for kita to unlock it as ushijima harshly pushed the girl in, after oikawa had unlocked the chains on her ankles and wrists.

     "how lovely!!", shiori smiled as she took a deep breath in, smelling the non-fresh air as she plopped onto the bed, passing out.

     the four commanders glanced at each other, all refusing to speak as they quickly left the room and made sure that all ten locks were secure.

     kuroo sighed a breath of relief along with oikawa.

     "that's one crazy bitch", kuroo scoffed.

     "it's best not to associate with her too much. I'm afraid her idiocy is contagious", kita stated.

     "I have a feeling that we'll be seeing her more often that we'd like", oikawa worried.

     "there's nothing to worry about. we're all highly skilled fighters", ushijima confidently said.

     'right...there's nothing to worry about. it's just another prisoner, just another criminal'.

     and that's exactly what shiori wants them to believe.

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     author's note: I did it guys!! yippe!! if you liked it, please don't forget to comment, share, and vote.

     love you darlings and I hope to see you next chapter!! <3