You clenched your fists, but relaxed a second later.

'Criminals have no manners, I forgot.' You remembered. You chose to ignore 2413's comment.

"Oy, get me food." He said rudely.

"I don't have any." You replied.

"Ask the fucking police."

"They aren't here."

"Whatever, we are hungry!" He slammed his fists at the bars. Then he softened his voice. "Aren't we, Teddy?"

You stood up from the floor, leaving your phone on the ground. You went up to him, but it took a minute before you could talk to him.

He was young, about 17. His eyes were purple like his hair. His lips were so pale, it was almost white. He carried a teddy bear with an eyepatch in his arms. You had to blink twice, the boy was so...

"Done checking me out? You know it won't feed us." 2413 said.

"Ew, I wasn't checking you out, god no." You searched your bag, knowing there was a snack or two in it. "What's your case anyway?"

"My case is that we are starving." He replied.

"Here, you ass." You muttered, throwing a Snickers bar in the cell. "I know the food tastes shit here. Aren't you gonna thank me?"

He ate the food in a gulp. "Do you have more?"

"A bar for your case?" You told him. "It wouldn't hurt to tell me your case."

"No, the bar first."

"Tch, suit yourself." You tore the wrapper and bit the chocolate. "Hang on, I know dad's got a folder here."

"And how would that help?"

"Hm.. so if the prisoner's number starts with 1 then the crime is theft, how about two..." You quickly skimmed your dad's folder. "1999 finally! So your case is...WHAT THE FUCK!"