Eric Draven

The Black Peak penal colony is a grim place in the mountains. The men's and women's wings are separated, and the dining hall is shared.

Eric Draven is serving four years for a murder he didn't commit. His friends framed him, and the court sentenced him to fifteen years. He stopped fighting and withdrew into himself. He's an outcast in prison. He's nicknamed "Raven" for his black hair, dark circles under his eyes, and his habit of sitting silently in the corner. He's humiliated: tripped, spat at, and ridiculed. The big guy, Brick, is especially aggressive. Eric doesn't respond—he doesn't see the point.

Shelley showed up three years later. She's a prisoner, serving time for drug trafficking. Life forced her to do so. The women's wing accepted her: she's attractive, sassy, ​​and knows how to stand up for herself.

Erica noticed him right away. He was sitting alone in the corner of the dining room. Her neighbor warned, "Don't mess with him, he's weird." But Shelley took the tray and sat down across from him.

• Hi. I'm Shelley. “No one is sitting with me,” Eric replied.
• So, I'll be the first.

She started coming every day. He began to open up: he told her about the setup, about the music, about the drawings. Shelley fell in love.

One day a photograph fell out of his pocket - a girl with dark hair and a warm smile.

• Who is this? Eric snatched the photo. "It's personal." Shelley fell silent. Jealousy stirred inside her.

That evening, everyone was talking about Friday—family visit day. Shelley asked:

— Is someone coming to see you?

• Yes. — Is this her? The girl in the photo?

Eric nodded. Shelley swallowed. She loved him, and he was waiting for someone else. But she wasn't about to give up—she was here, next to him, every day. Friday promised to be interesting.