CASSANDRAThe heavy silence of the cell is broken by a metallic clang and a muffled cry from the end of the corridor. I hold my breath, my hands clenched on my knees. Shadows dance on the wall, cast by the dim light of the lamps hanging from the ceiling, and every sound becomes a note in a symphony of fear. Here, time stretches, and every second seems to remind me that I am alone, alone in the world, alone in the face of my collapse.The Tigress, motionless on her bed, gives me a knowing look. I smile faintly, a smile that is half ironic, half sadistic, but inside, my heart trembles. In this theater of misery, she will be both judge and ally… or perhaps just a menacing shadow among others.— First round, she says in a grave voice. The guards like to show themselves. Every jingle of keys is an ovation, every groan is a note. Remember, princess, the show starts now.I nod, fascinated by her sense of the absurd, but deep inside, a dull fear creeps in. Here, humor is a weapon, I already k
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