(Yay perfect then!)
Nicho :
A scratching and wheezing sound came from the cell on the opposite side of the corridor. They had a neighbour, so it seemed. The young lad didn't seem so fine yet he didn't look aggressive, more like dealing with a dreadful hangover and maybe, a few broken ribs. He let out a broken laugh and coughed with a pained face, clouded with the surrounding darkness.
"Will I ever rest when I am dead? You pals at least get to keep yourself company geez have some fun, crimes can only get you this far."