Echo.

I sat on my bed which was just a foldable wooden frame and a foam which was barely comfortable because it was thin. I was as moody and brooding as ever, staring at the wall like it was an interesting tapestry. One of my legs vibrated as it shook back and forth quickly, a habit of restlessness I had developed.

"Do you know if it's true?" One of the girls seemed to be speaking with her inmate. Her voice was soft and whisper-like. Not that she was trying to whisper, it seemed that was the natural texture of her voice.

To accommodate the new batch of captured werewolves they...