Kayla's P.O.V.
We all have secrets.
Hateful thoughts about the block, what we did to survive,
who we are.
My parents were murdered because of theirs when I was only 9. They were both rogues living in the Wilderness of our undeveloped planet.
But I'm not a rogue anymore. Now, I'm an inmate of KTL Block.
"Khh!" my chip implant awakes me at once.
I try to jump up-bolt, but only manage to hit my elbows against my sleep pod - the space isn't large enough.
"Good morning inmates," a black screen above my head lights up as a loud voice is transmitted via in-wall block's speakers.
"It is day 7.295. Please be mindful of each other and respect the rules at all times," the same message echoes throughout our sleeping quarters every morning.
"I wish you all a productive day at work and - to
