[center][h3][color=a2d39c]Aaron Yuuto Kasamatsu[/color][/h3][/center]
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They say that the beginning of life in prison, that moment of terrifying realization of being conscious that you were locked up for good was when the cold, cell doors of the prison slammed home. Aaron began to know that feeling the instant they did. It was a familiar, and so very miserable memory that he had almost long forgotten since his youth and now that he was in here alone, he would have to get used to living here for whatever the life sentences were worth, but for the love of him, he could not figure out as to why he was caught more importantly how before those big doors slammed shut. When they did, it almost seemed not to matter anymore for Aaron, for he knew he had been screwed and this time, hard. Once in Asbasta, always in Asbasta, as his holding cell roommates told him and for the rest of his life, F-2B would have be his home. His bastion of what comfort and warmth would have to look like. 

Though in reality, the cell was awfully cold, small, and dark, anything but homely. "Thus are the consequences of a hard life" as someone once told him and those words were the all too true, a small string of advice one man could, no [i]should[/i] keep in his head and prepare himself for the worst adversary a man could face. Heeding this advice, Aaron finally absorbed the truth of his predicament he had gotten into and swallowed that fiery red pill hard down his dry esophagus. For the time being, Aaron kept himself quiet, he knew exactly what the first day of prison would be like and from the sounds of it, the new inmates were all the more excited to meet their new 'friends' who were fortunate enough to find themselves here. 

Vocal abuse was thrown around, all towards him and Aaron sat in his cell bed, thinking of what do to the moment the morning would rise the next day, if he could only tell in this dark city under the sea though that did not stop him from listening. There were men groping themselves quite audibly, almost were you would see for yourself the disgusting sight of a desperate man reliving his empty other half in his cell. He'd rather not think about it at the moment and tried to force himself not to, survival was all the most crucial right now and figuring out how he was going to was survive is what exasperated his mind. Underground prison was different from surface prisons, not to mention under the sea. There weren't very obvious racial divisions as there were in the surface as he heard, only opportunistic scum who sought to find the best men they could to join their social circles. Though many men who have been the victims of racial prejudice would find this notion as somewhat comforting, it was not as mitigating as it sounded in reality- not even in the slightest. Some may have called it worse, though Aaron for the time being could not say for himself. 

It was after five minutes that Aaron could realize how much prison could turn a man insane as he did in juvenile hall. Prison life crept into you like moss on still stones, nothing to stop the consummation of having all the time in the world and doing nothing with it, only to think and Aaron thanked God for that in the least, assuming God would forgive him for his life of crime. For the time being, Aaron needed to prove himself as a worthy person of interest in this prison. None knew his name here as nobody as so much as called him by his street name. Life under the sea was a life isolated from the rest of the world, though maybe someone would hear of him, he was certain of this as he was a hitman who's name was quite popular among underworld criminals. Though when he could make potential allies was unclear. Only time would tell. As time passed, Aaron laid on his mattress and rested his eyes until he began to fall out of his world of arduousness.