Goodbye, Jessica

Olivia's POV

The castle prison was located on the basement floor of the tower. The bald walls and floor were made of gray cement, devoid of any decoration except for a glaringly white light on the ceiling, resembling a cement box.

A silver-haired, stern-faced jailer led me forward. As he took each step, the keys on his waist swung, clashing against each other with a metallic sound.

Entering from the outside, we walked through a long corridor with prison cells on both sides, densely packed like chicken coops. The cells were small, about two meters wide and two meters long, just enough to fit a barely usable small bed. The worn-out inmates, with haggard expressions, peeked through the cell doors whenever they heard footsteps, wondering if a new prisoner had arrived.

"Hey! Girl, why are you in here? Is it for adultery?" shouted a young male prisoner. He was sturdy, wearing an orange prison uniform, and had short, thick red hair.

His words prompted laughter from other male prisoners. They