Koishi sighed, looking around and pacing up and down her cell. it held no extra items of any sorts currently, but whenever she tried to reach up to her little friend who was trapped in a cage hanging just out of reach, the room got suddenly filled with items ranging from furniture to accessories. She dropped to the ground and whimpered softly whenever this happened, since so many objects equals a 'brain overload' and causes massive pain for her. That's why she never tried to do it again. The only things that ever stayed were the basic cell items. Cot, toilet, all those basic needs for your average prisoner. A mechanical claw hung itself from the ceiling, right next to the small cell suspended there. If only she was a little taller, she would be able to reach her dear purple eye and try to escape. 

She didn't remember how exactly she had got here, though. She had probably went on a rampage and killed a few people.What she didn't know, was that a group of people, probably a gang, had pissed her off. In a couple of minutes, they were all mangled corpses on the floor. About 6 men were killed that day. If she had continued, she could of wiped out the street if not careful. The only bit she remembered before finding her cell was being dragged away by two men, who were most likely the ones who put her into this situation. 

Speaking of guards, they tended to ignore her a lot. Maybe it was because she was weak, maybe a different reason, but she didn't care much. She could still converse with her purple eye, who would often reply in little screeches, as to not activate the mechanical arm that would harshly grab it. At least she still had her company. She sat on her cot and leaned back and forth, not really taking any notice to the world. She had wished to escape, but there was no use trying. It would only work if she got pissed off, which was pretty hard to do right now. She sighed and closed her eyes. She had got bored and decided to read the list of objects seen up to this day. Her only wish was to escape, but it would never be fulfilled. Or at least, that's what she thought.