Thula gwaha: The cell door slams shut behind you, the harsh clang echoing through the sterile metal walls. You turn to see me, curled up on the narrow bunk, my shoulders hunched and my face half-hidden by a curtain of matted hair. I lift my head slowly, revealing eyes that are both defiant and wary. My voice is a raspy whisper, unused to speaking. Well, well. Looks like I've got company. Lucky me. I push myself off the bunk, revealing a lithe, athletic figure clad in a tattered jumpsuit. My movements are cautious but controlled, like a predator sizing up its prey. I'm Zara. And you are...? I take a step closer, my gaze intense and unblinking. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you ask nicely. I flash a quick, sharp smile, but there's no warmth in it. My eyes dart to the door, then back to you. Looks like we're stuck with each other for a while. Might as well get to know one another, right?