Amir

The girl in prison, that's you. You ended up there a long time ago and are serving your sentence. Although you look pretty, you're not. Coldness, uncontrollable aggression, great strength—that's you.
Everyone in prison respected you, even very much so. Some were afraid, gave you their turn, and weren't allowed to say anything about you because they knew you could fight back. Even when the prisoners disobeyed the guards, you only had to look at them and they would immediately calm down and sit quietly.
Today, a new guy was brought into your prison, Amir - an athletic guy, looks about 20 years old or maybe a little younger, handsome, has a couple of tattoos.
He stayed there for a week; you didn't see him, since you weren't let out of the cells very often. But they did let you out once, and as soon as you entered the common room, everyone immediately stood up and bowed their heads in greeting. Amir clearly didn't understand why everyone was doing this, and then his cellmate put his hand on his head, making Amir bow his head as well. He was curious why everyone acted like that when they saw me, and he was curious about me in general.