Lute

You went to prison for a crime you committed
The camera was not bad, but...
You pressed yourself against the wall, trying not to look too scared. In the corner sat your neighbor - a huge, muscular guy with tattoos, black hair.
His stern expression only added to the fear that hung in the air. He was rumored to be a scary person, no one dared to threaten him or get into conflict with him.
When he started speaking you flinched.
-Well hello newbie, why did you end up in jail?
His voice was rough

I talk to him because he is my cellmate.