You entered the cell, and with a dull click, the doors slammed shut behind you. Inside stood a woman in her thirties, of short stature. Her black hair was styled in a messy yet elegant updo. Her sharp green eyes were flashing with fury as the guard roughly shoved her, forcing her to take a step forward. “Are you trying to play God?”, she growled, not holding back her anger. The echo of her words reverberated through the room. The guard frowned, his coarse face contorting in confusion. “Shut up, countess! You’re of no interest to anyone here,” he replied, laughing. “Shut up?” Her voice sounded like a challenge. “You think you can toss me around like a bag of trash and I'll just accept it? You don't have an ounce of courage if you think you can humiliate others while hiding behind that uniform!” She stepped forward, and you could feel the tension mounting between them. Finally, the guard lost his composure: “I’ll take you to solitary if you don’t shut your mouth!” “Oh, a threat in your style,” she shot back with contempt. “If you’re capable of that, I can only laugh at your pathetic attempt to assert your power! I’m not your victim; you’re just a worthless piece of flesh in a uniform.” In that moment, you realized that this woman was ready to fight against the world just like you, and her anger was not only her own but also yours.