“No! I said I didn’t do anything! Let me out of here!” Mila screamed, her voice echoing inside the cold prison cell.
She grabbed the bars with both hands and shook them angrily. Her hair was a mess, her face red from shouting for so long. A female guard just stood outside, arms crossed, not even blinking.
“I don’t belong here!” Mila shouted again.
“You’ve been saying that for hours,” the guard replied flatly. “Why don’t you save your voice?”
“I don’t care! I need to get out! I didn’t do anything!” Mila shouted, not stopping.
But nobody paid attention anymore. Her screams were just noise now—loud and empty.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Edgar slowly opened his eyes. He felt weak and tired, but he could move his hands a little now. A nurse helped him sit up on the bed with pillows behind
