Sofia.

I have been put in a solitary confinement due to my troubles being too much and how I am dangerous to have a roommate, or so they said.

My room was now a small, stark cell, devoid of any personal touches or comforts. The walls were made of gray, cold concrete, with no windows to allow natural light or fresh air in. The only source of light came from a harsh, fluorescent bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting an unrelenting glare on everything in the room. The door was thick and made of steel, with a small rectangular window through which the staff can observe me. There were no...