Detective Stone took me through the Patrol House until we came to a set of locked doors. He unlocked the first set, allowing me to walk through, and then he unlocked one more door. That lead us to a dungeon of sorts, or rather, a cross between a jail and a dungeon. In one of the cells sat a dirty, small woman. Her clothing was clean, likely given to her after she got here, because that was the only thing on her that was clean. Her hair was packed with dirt and mud, as well as knotted to the point that I thought cutting it off would be the only way to save any of it, as brushing would just rip what could be saved right off her head. Her skin was a color no one could see because of the dust and dirt that is smeared all over it. It looked like she rolled around in it. I couldn't help but wond
