"Indeed Jack. I would like to inflict upon him the pain he caused me, but then again, that would only make me as vile a creature as him. I must think on it. I came to you as you are basically the law in here. Where I was someone on the outside to be reckoned with, in here I am looked at as nothing more than a criminal. Be that as it may, here is what I remember of him;<br/>Tall, about 6'2", long dark and lanky hair, slight of build, I am probably more substantial than he is now, about 170 pounds, has a limp in his left leg, assorted tattoos about his body, I believe the report said he had a remarkable one on his left shoulder, daggers and roses for every life he took, and a single X for the one that escaped him. I believe he has a beard now. All in all a rather undesirable person by looks, but perhaps more so in spirit." Rae answered.<br/><br/>"And yes, the scar should be rather intricate and memorable for me." a smile played about her lips as she thought of the design which it would bear and the small amount of time it would be for her to admire it. Soon her life would be forfeit and she could rest forever. Death was a welcomed friend in her life, she had escaped it as a child but now it was upon her again.<br/><br/>"So, I heard you took the newest inmate as your own. There is much talk of it already. I hope she is that which soothes your soul in this dark place. Why did you pick here to work and live?" she inquired.