Catch the criminal, not the Innocent.

Cellmate

Cold.

Hard.

Wet.

It was the first thing Feliciano felt when he first entered his cells, he felt his legs giving out from under him.

He tightly held onto his belongings and took a deep breath as he slowly turns to face his new cell and probably new Cellmate.

The first thing he spots was the small desk chained to the wall and so was the worn out chair that came with it.

When he looks over to see the bunk beds which was across the cell making the top bunk hide in the shadows...He sees the toilet in the back of the cell right besides the bunk beds that where-of course chained and bolted to the floors.

He silently set his stuff down on the bottom bunk, mentally praying that it was his bunk and not the others Cellmate.

He lays his head on the surprisingly soft bed, he took the folded blanket and covered himself with it.

It was really thin to the point he thought it was a rather large sheet of paper, he started to get worried about when winter comes...how can they adapt to this type of conditions.

He felt his body froze and his mind going haywire when he felt the sudden movement of the top bunk shifting, out of fear he shuts his eyes close.

He felt dumb...didn't thought of the possibilities what type of person he'll get.

He breath hitched when he sees an arm dangling off the top bunk letting him see the three scars running down its forearm.

He starts to get even more anxious when the arm grips at side of the bed and it slowly made its way down.

He sees ashy-blond curly hair going down and then eyes staring down at him from his bunk.

"Ho~? Fresh meat?" His voice was masculine and deep compared to Feliciano high-pitched tone.

He lift his head up and jumps down from the bunk beds, Feliciano sat up and was gawking at his muscular physique.

The man turns around and notice his eyes are a light pinkish purple and another scar beneath his left eye which extends across the cheek."For a moment I thought you were him." The built man said half-smiling.

Feliciano swore he could hear the Microsoft Windows startup inside his head resetting...

"Hiya..." He raised his arm in a informal salute."The name's Lutz." He scratches his chin.

Feliciano couldn't believe what he was seeing! This guy looks exactly like Ludwig!

He tried speaking but nothing came out his mouth, he looked like a fish out of water.

The guy who called himself Lutz just stood there with a bored expression."Are you mute?" He gave him a quizzical look.

"H-hi...um..This i-is Feliciano...um...T-this is F-Feliciano...it's F-Feliciano." Feliciano stuttered endlessly making a complete fool out of himself.

Lutz stared at him, completely uninterested."A stutter bug, huh?" He sighs and scratches his own head."The hell did you do to be in a place like this?"