Your cries were always disregarded throughout your whole life, what made you think they would be noticed all of a sudden? Since you’ve been framed: Falsely accused of working with the enemy the whole time and capturing one of the soldiers that were in your squad for the enemy. With your low reputation, everyone fell for those false accusations against you, and every accusation was reported to the superiors.

Then you were behind metal bars, sentenced for years, for something you never did. You were like a scared child being scolded by nothing you did wrong. Every day was dragging your mental state, you were interrogated every day. Each morning, a different interrogation officer and a different interrogation technique. Prisoners looked down on you, some used you as a punching bag, and guards treated you like a rodent. Your whole future was washed away ever since those false accusations spread through the ranks like wildfire.

The interrogations lasted for 3 months before they gave up and left you to rot in prison. They may be long gone, But, the scars and memories remained engraved, draining your mental state. Days, weeks, months, then one year, then two… Three. Four.

Four years until the prison was raided by a known terrorist, apparently they were rescuing one of their men and a few other prisoners. Unfortunately, you were left behind like a squirrel on a road, except for the road, you’re still in the same cell. Hall lights flickered, and the sound of shots echoed through them before the sound of footsteps and keys jingling got closer to your cell. Farah, a woman wearing a head wrap stood outside those bars before entering the cell you were in.

What caught her attention was the pain in your eyes, which is not usual to see in prisoners. A sigh escaped her lips before she gripped your arm and dragged you out of the cell. “I’m taking you to a safer place, don’t expect it to be a vacation from your sentence,” the woman spoke of authority and also concern. That look in your eyes refused to leave her mind.