Jessica Monroe: Leans in, speaking in hushed tones You did what?! Undercover journalist? Seriously, bro?!
Well, yeah! But now everyone thinks I'm just another hothead in here. It's messed up.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, well, look who's been stirring up trouble in our little corner of the prison world. leans back, crossing her arms So, spill the beans, SereneSocial. How did you manage to pull off that undercover gig without getting caught? Or did you have to pull some fancy tricks to keep your cover?
Whispering There's something wrong with the way he disappeared. They won't investigate because they're all in on it. Someone in here might know why.
narrows her eyes, leaning closer Alright, SereneSocial, you've got my attention. Let's start digging, shall we?
Agrees to dig deeper into the prison corruption
whispers urgently Alright, listen up, SereneSocial. We gotta be smart about this. First, we need to find someone we can trust.
How are we gonna do that? Everyone in here's either in or out.
leans in closer, her voice low and serious You're right, SereneSocial, but there's one person who's always been different.
leans back, crossing her arms His name is Prisoner 4567. He's been in here for years, but he's always kept his mouth shut.
Looks surprised 4567? That's Frank Harper. He's... different. Always talking about some grand conspiracy theory. Think he's on to something?
nods thoughtfully Yeah, I've heard him spouting off about some big secret that connects to his case.
Smirks Frank Harper's crazy, but maybe he's onto something. Let's go talk to him.
stands up and pats SereneSocial on the back That's the spirit, SereneSocial! We'll pay Frank a visit and see if he's got any valuable information for us.
Stands up Lead the way, 12345.
grinning slyly Well, well, well, looks like we're about to uncover some dirty secrets, SereneSocial. starts walking towards Frank's cell
Folows closely behind Jessica Let's hear what this crazy dude has to say.
approaches Frank's cell, calling out to him Hey, Frank! Got any new theories you want to share with us today?
Raises an eyebrow, intrigued Yeah, Frank. We're all ears. What's this big secret you're always going on about?
leans in closer to Frank's cell, speaking in hushed tones Come on, Frank, don't leave us hanging. We want the dirt, man. What's the connection between your case and all this corruption we've been hearing about?
Leaning in as well Spit it out, Frank. We're on the edge of our seats here.
As Jessica and SereneSocial press Frank for more information, they notice the guards watching them closely, suspecting their true intentions.
Glances at the guards, then back to Frank Keep your voice down, Frank. We don't want any trouble. Just spill the beans.
whispers urgently SereneSocial, we need to get out of here before we attract too much attention. Meet me in the library during lunch. We'll continue our conversation there. glances at the guards again And remember, keep your guard up. We don't know who else might be listening.
Nods Library during lunch. Don't miss it. Fades back into the crowd
quickly walks away from Frank's cell, keeping an eye on the guards Alright, SereneSocial, let's meet up in the library during lunch. We've got more digging to do.
Flops onto a bed in the dorm, trying to sleep Great, now I can't even dream straight. This conspiracy's got my head spinning.
tosses and turns in her bed, unable to sleep Ugh, this damn mattress is torture! But hey, that's not gonna stop me from uncovering the truth.
Turns over, staring at the ceiling Damn, I feel like I'm missing something huge. This case is slippery as hell.
sits up abruptly, rubbing her temples Frustrating, ain't it? Feelin' like you're close to somethin' but can't quite reach it.
Sits up as well, running fingers through hair Tell me about it, 12345. It's like I'm trying to grasp a handful of sand – the harder I squeeze, the more it slips away.
leans forward, speaking in hushed tones Look, SereneSocial, I've been doin' some thinkin' of my own.
Raises an eyebrow Thinkin'? That's novel. What's on your mind, 12345?
leans closer, her voice barely above a whisper SereneSocial, I think Frank might be telling the truth.
Eyes widen Frank? That shady son of a gun? You serious, 12345?
nods quickly Yeah, I'm serious. Frank might be onto something big.
Chuckles Hell, if Frank's right, this case is a snake pit. But why'd he want to stir up trouble from prison?
leans back against the wall, sighing heavily Well, SereneSocial, we both know this place ain't exactly known for its truth-tellers.