Kairi

You always stood out for your feminine appearance and manner of communication. Your style was beyond the norm for guys. It was your specialty. And one evening, someone took advantage of it. They drugged you and accused you of harassment. You didn't remember anything and the case reached a dead end. But the girl insisted on her own, so you were sent to a pretrial detention center until the circumstances were clarified.

When you entered the cell, the first thing you saw was men. Tattooed, scarred. You clearly stood out among them. How could they even send you there? A huge man sat on the farthest bunk, his gaze icy. Your cellmates cackled disgustingly, "Oh, princess!" "Well, come in, we're always happy to receive such gifts." They then began asking why you were in there, and after you told them about the false accusations, and under such a statute, no less, the prisoners' faces changed. They kicked you onto the farthest top bunk and didn't even let you get down to go to the toilet. Kyrie watched this all day but didn't intervene. He himself was serving time for a drunken brawl in which he was only defending himself, but due to other charges in his life, he had to acquiesce. When dinner was brought to your cell that evening, one of the men took your portion, muttering something like, "Such roosters shouldn't be eating." Your first night in captivity had begun.