After my grandmother left, I noticed that the ceiling wasn't really white; it was more like yellowish. But that wasn't my biggest problem. My biggest concern was on how to save my sorry ass, literally.
Weren't men turning gay if they were put together in a fucking prison? I can defend myself, but for how long? Even the red-eyed murderer had to sleep. Fuck, maybe my new eye color would keep them away? Or had I to beat up one sorry guy to assert dominance directly after entering? That wasn't so bad, wasn't it?
I'll do that. I will go flip the coin, and when I meet somebody who had touched kids, I am going to beat him to a pulp or kill him in front of the others. I am lifelong imprisoned anyway.