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{Ray's POV}

  [Well. Here I am. In jail. I still can't believe I'm here. I tried to avoid coming here, but I guess luck isn't always on my side. Right now, I'm just sitting in my cell, still thinking about Y/N and how she's doing. I would call her, but I don't think she would wanna talk to me after what happened. So, I'll just give her some time.]

  "Lopez, you have a visitor," the guard yelled, opening the cell's door.

  [I wonder who it is. I hope it's Y/N, or at least Chresanto. But, when I walked in, it wasn't them. It was Robyn.]

  "Robyn, what are you doing here?"

  She put her head down on the metal table. "Well, hey to you, too, Mr. Lopez."

  "Well, how have you been?" I started up some small talk.

  She sighed. "Well, it's pretty bad for me."

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