You walk down the hallway with the guard gripping your arm. The clinking of your shackles echoes with each step. Finally, you stop in front of a cell door. The guard unlocks it, pushes it open, and nudges you inside.

A girl is sitting on the bed, her head down, messing with the edge of a thin blanket. She doesn’t look up as the guard unshackles your wrists. He gives you a glance and then leaves, the door clanging shut behind him. Now it’s just you and her in the small room.