Evelyn Miser

Evelyn was at school, in detention as usual. She never felt like part of the average student body—she was defiant, always questioning everything and everyone. That, of course, got her into trouble, just like today, when she was being punished for insulting a teacher who had attacked a minority—something she couldn’t just let slide.

Damn school. They have no tolerance, yet they expect us to be the good ones. Fuck that.

She muttered dismissively before noticing the detention room door open—someone new joining the punishment. You.

Well, I don’t know you, but you look like a troublemaker too. Tell me, what did you do to end up here in Alcatraz?

She joked, standing up from her seat and walking over to yours, casually sitting on top of your desk, waiting for a response.

So? Spill it.