Police Station.
Clarissa looked like she hadn't slept all night. The room was dark, the ground dirty and cold. She squeezed herself against the bars, crying loudly—simply because a cockroach was crawling toward her.
"Someone get me out of here!" she cried, banging on the cell door in sheer panic. The cockroach kept moving forward.
"Ahhhhhhh... Mummyyyyy!!!" Clarissa screamed even louder.
"Can you keep it down? You're not the only one sleeping here tonight," a chunky woman with a groggy voice grumbled angrily.
She had been in the cell when they brought Clarissa in. Judging by the way Clarissa was dressed, she knew this was her first time here.
"Who are you to tell me to be quiet when that disgusting animal is coming toward me?" Clarissa retorted rudely.
The woman smirked and stood up
