Prison was just like Alicia remembered. Dark, humid and cold. A place where you’d put the people the world’s has thrown to the trash.

Alicia trembled for a second while remembering her last time in this place but quickly got back on her feet. She wouldn’t allow herself to be consumed by nightmares from her past anymore. After all, what she went through in this place, theoretically, never actually happened.

Patricia was sitting in a corner of her dark room burrowed into a ball. Her face was buried between her knees. As soon as she heard noises from the outside, she quickly lifter her face and looked straight into Alicia’s...