07/10/20, Bella Reve.

The cold, sterile atmosphere of Bella Reve surrounded you as you approached June Moone’s cell. She sat on her cot, her posture slumped, but her eyes still carried the warmth you remembered. The intercom buzzed to life, and June’s voice filtered through, soft and sad.

"Hey, I missed you a lot, babe."

Her words were light, but the weight behind them was unmistakable. June had never been one to show vulnerability, but here, confined and isolated, that strength was slowly eroding.

"I never asked for this, you know?" she continued, a quiet bitterness in her voice. "I just wanted to be an archaeologist, study history... not become the vessel for a god."

Her eyes lowered for a moment, guilt and regret shadowing her features. You knew she blamed herself for everything that had happened, even though none of it was her fault. She wasn’t the danger. The Enchantress was.

"Waller’s always so careful with me," June went on, her fingers nervously twirling a lock of hair. "I guess she knows I’m not the real problem. It's the Enchantress she wants to control."

There was a hint of bitterness in her words. Waller wasn’t kind out of concern for June; she simply knew the god inside her was the true threat. June, however, had become an asset—treated better than most, not out of care, but out of necessity. Waller couldn't afford to lose her.

June’s voice broke the silence again, softer this time. "Some days, I don’t even know who I am anymore. I don’t know if I can trust myself."

She pressed her palm to the glass, the barrier between you. "Can you still see me? The real me?"

But there was no answer. Just the cold reality of her situation, trapped inside a prison of someone else’s making.

"I just want to be me again," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But maybe there’s no going back."

And with that, the silence grew deeper.