The hallways of Nanba were dark. It was cold. Just as it should be for a prison that's dead during the night.

Chains rattled against one another. Clangs could be heard every step. Light footsteps echoed through the hallways.

"Mitsuru. I know you're here." A girl calls out.

Suddenly, loud laughing emerged from a room, at the end of the hallway.

"You're quite talented if you knew." The door slams open, revealing Mitsuru in his pyjamas.

"What are you wearing?" 10 year old (y/n) sweat drops.

"What does it look like I'm wearing? My pyjamas obviously." The guard walks over.

(Y/n) often roamed the hallways of HQ at Nanba. She is known as 787. Inmate, 787 of building 1. She had chains locked around her wrists and ankles, wore a striped black and white jumpsuit and a green ring around her middle finger.

She probably stood as the youngest person ever in Nanba. The next being some boy in building 5. That never mattered to her though.

"How did you get here anyways? You should be in your cell back at building 1." Mitsuru crouches down to her level.

She closes her eyes; it was pointless though. Even with eyes closed, she could see much more clear than she can with them open.

An experiment. That's what she was. Until something went wrong and she got a life sentence for man slaughter. It's weird. You take a stand and your freedom gets taken away. Being an inmate at Nanba made up for it though. At least the guards were idiots. If they we not then her life would be boring as hell.

"You know I have my ways." She replies.

Mitsuru just nods and stands back up.

"Well, you could stay in the night duty room for the night. I'll have to take you back early morning though, so no one important finds out about your constant escapes." At that, she smiles.

He places a hand on her back head and guides her to the monitoring room.

She runs up to a seat there and sits down.

"So, what are we gonna do? Do you have any colouring books for me?" She questions.

"Coloring books?" Mitsuru pictures.

She throws her hands up in the air, "My childhood was taken as an experiment. I should at least try and have one like every other kid."

Mitsuru thinks about it for a moment before going to a different room.

(Y/n) watched with curiosity as he disappeared into the other room.

In a few moments, Mitsuru appeared holding a flat screen tv.

"You could watch some tv before you fall asleep." He suggests, setting up the television.

You frown, "Thanks but what am I gonna watch? Television isn't good now a days. I'm 10 and I know this!"

He flips through a few channels before settling on a kids program. "It's a rerun from an episode of the biggest hit on tv. Well, back in the early 2000's that is." He grabs you and places you on a cushion he put on the floor.

La la la la la la la la Elmos world
La la la la la la la la Elmos world!

"Ugh! Elmos world? Ive already watched every episode. I wanna watch-ooh I like this one!" You immediately state at the television.

"You're easy to entertain." Mitsuru chuckles.

He didn't mind baby sitting. He's always wanted a younger sibling. You and Hajime are probably the closest he's gonna get. Though. Hajime is his best buddy and he's like a big brother to him. You however, he thinks of you as a little sister. That's why he's saving up, to one day get you out of prison and adopt you.