Chapter 54

Later, I find myself behind bars— again. But this time, it’s not a small police station, it looks more like a real prison, secluded from the rest of the world.

I look around and see a small bed in the corner. The mattress looks old and used, and the sheets are losing their whiteness. A pot is placed right under the bed. There’s nothing more in the small space, not even that famous tiny window they show in the movies.