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I know why I'm here, but they don't. My partner was killed in cold blood. I know how she died, but they don't. For some reason, I couldn't move on with my life, having Abigail Turner gone forever was just too much for me to handle. Apparently life didn't want me to be happy, and I was completely fine by that. In front of every cell they have two gruesome tall creatures staring at me with purple eyes should I choose to escape. I have seen my cellmate next door try to escape and they are still trying to fix that hole in the wall. It was the 37th day since my incarceration and it was starting to get on my nerves. I didn't know what it was at fir