A/N: I know that I have a lot of other stories to do but, well, I guess I'll put all of those updates on hold. I wanna focus on this story for now. It's another AU~ (Shush, cupcakes, I love AUs) My OC Sanjee/Sonja (whatever you wanna call her, there was a little mix up about her name on dA) is back again in this one. Hope you like it. Enough with my babbling. I DO NOT OWN ONE PIECE.

Summary: She is a criminal who has done no wrong. He is a cop with a lust for revenge. They created the sanctuary for evildoers. No one can escape from this game. Bet everything. Winner takes all.

"Hope you have a fun time in prison."

The guard opened the door and threw a girl harshly into the dirty cell. She groaned and tried to sit up. Her golden hair stood out against the grimy wall and her deep violet eyes seemed so dark. Her fair skin was riddled with numerous bruises and a small gash tore the side of her lip. She pressed herself against the steel frame and listened quietly to the sounds of despair.

"Hey."

Startled somewhat by the calm greeting, she slipped as she tried to face the person.

"Ouch, need a hand?" the voice offered.

"Nah," she pushed her forehead against the floor, for her hands were restricted. "I'll manage." When she was finally sitting again, she scanned the dimly lit room for the voice.

"Over here."

She looked in the indicated direction. Bound in shackles like herself, sat a shirtless man with ebony black hair and onyx eyes. His freckled cheeks were spattered with blood, his wrists oozed red liquid and whip lashes and torture marks littered his body like a honeycomb. Compared to him, she was in much better shape.

"You don't look like the evil type," the man observed.

"You don't act like a crazed prisoner," she complimented.

He raised an eyebrow. Or she thought he did, it was hard to make out in the dark.

"That was a compliment," she stated flatly.

The man managed a half-smile. "Oh, thanks."

She nodded and looked out the cell once more. "You know, I'm glad you're not harassing me. I was kinda expecting that."

"I'm a nice person," he said in reply but only silence was present after that. "You probably don't believe-"

"No," she said, all too fast and sharp. "I believe that you're actually a nice person."

It took him a few seconds before coming up with a response. "Then why am I in prison?" he asked her in a challenging tone.

"The crime must have looked right in your eyes," she turned to him once more. "For someone you held close to your heart."

His eyes widened, dilated pupils searched her face for a hint at anything and spoke when they found none. "Then why are you in prison?"

"For a crime I didn't commit."

Two weeks.

In that period of time, she learned his name and he learned hers. Ace. Sanjee. Trust wasn't easily earned or given but they managed to be considerate to each other. When she slept, Ace didn't mind her snuggling up to him for warmth. And in the sparse times that food was available and Ace's stomach growled louder than hers, Sanjee gave him most of the food. They also told each other small bits of their lives. Ace had two brothers. He grew up in a small town and moved to the city when he was older. Sanjee used to stay in a dojo with her grandfather. When the dojo closed, she joined her friend in running a small coffee shop.

"Wake up," he nudged her side gently. "The guards are coming."

She yawned softly and groggily leaned against the wall. A small light appeared at the end of the corridor and gradually became bigger as it approached. The guards in this prison usually came at an appointed time to give them stale bread or muddy water. Sometimes, they grabbed a random prisoner on death roll for torture. Sick fun. She was tortured a few times and every time she thought about it, her scabbing wounds started feeling fresh and agitated.

"How's your torture wounds?" she asked the only other person in the cell with her.

"Still a little sore from yesterday," he replied.

"Had my last one three days ago," she said. "Think they'll pick me?"

"Who knows?" he sighed.

As the light stopped by their cell, a voice whispered. "Ace? Ace, you in here?"

Ace hastily stood up and ran towards the steel bars, crashing into them with a thud. "L-Luffy?"

"ACE!" the person brought the light up, illuminating his face. He had wild black hair and obsidian eyes, much like Ace's. He wore a red vest underneath a navy blue jacket. But what stood out the most was the scar underneath his left eye.

"Luffy!" Ace said, the relief obvious in the way he smiled. "Wait a minute, what are you doing here?"

Luffy grinned before taking something out of his pocket. "I came to get you!"

Ace's eyes widened as he eyed the key before he lowered his gaze, chuckling. "You never learn do you?"

Luffy answered with an even bigger grin.

Ace turned to face Sanjee. "Well, I'll be leaving. You wanna come?"

She gave him a cheeky smile. "And here, I was starting to think you'd forget me."

A/N: Remember Impel Down? That's the main inspiration for this chapter. Remember that this is an AU though. A FRIGGIN' AU. Which just happens to be modern times and all that. Also, sorry for really short chapter. It's just a test. And there's no romance yet coz I need to set the plot. If people like and review (even just one) then I will continue this story. If not, well I'm gonna dump it. Please Fave, Follow and Review~!