It was a normal day at the prison island Nanba. The guards were doing their rounds and prevented break outs from their prisoners. Even cell 13 from building 13 was remarkable docile. But everything changed the life of the prisoners and their guards...
"That's it! We're dead! We're so dead!!!", Samon screeched and tousled his own hair panic-fueled as he paced up and down the infirmary. He went totally bananas because of the situation.
His colleagues didn't know what to do either. Kiji was cut to the quick as if someone just had burned all of his makeup, and Kenshirou looked surprised and shocked at the same time, lost for words.
Hajime was standing beside them, already stressed out and pissed. If he wouldn't be in the infirmary, he would have already smoked two whole packages of cigarettes to calm his nerves. He also feared for the warden's rage.
The reason of their reactions was sitting on one of the sickbeds together with the inmate of Cell 20 from Building 0, while the other inmates of Cell 13 from Building 13 had them surrounded, also not knowing what to say.
It was Ayumi Hyakushiki, supervisor of Building 0 in person. But something about her was different. Her body had shrunken, so her "uniform" didn't fit her at all anymore, and she seemed to be much younger as well.
A little confused she looked at the oversized black-and-white jacket she was normally wearing all the time. It was the only thing that was covering her body while the rest of her clothing was lying on the ground in front of the sickbed. The sleeves muffled her hands and arms completely and hid the rest of her torso and very private part at the lower region, even though it wasn't closed.
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Then she gazed at the three supervisors, who had entered the room a short time ago and were staring at her like they had seen a ghost. She didn't recognize any of them. Why was she here anyway? Nothing was making sense to her.
After a long silence, Okina finally spoke up and explained everything to the three guards, who he had called before since they hadn't been present when all of this happened. After he was finished, they looked even more disbelievingly than they already had been.
How was this possible? What kind of disease was that, that transformed someone else's body with just one single touch?
Sensing the discomposure, Ayumi got really uncomfortable. She didn't know what was going on, nor what she was doing here, and why she was wearing this outsized jacket.
Not able to hold back her curiosity, she shyly asked: "Uhm . . . Sensei? Who are these three in uniform? Are they also officers?" Her voice was hushed, nearly inaudible, and had a hint of uneasiness. Moreover, it sounded like the one of a little kid, which matched with her current body size.
Samon, Kenshirou, and Kiji were looking at her with widely opened eyes. Had she seriously forgotten about them? And what was with that child voice and diffidently behavior?
