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Ren snuck into a holding cell where the Puente family sat, chained to chairs against the wall. The room was dark, with only orange lines glowing in the metal walls. The family was sullen.
Ren shut the door behind her and it closed with a soft click.
She stood before them, her hood draped across her eyes.
She said nothing.
“What do you want with us?” a woman asked. She was beautiful, with caramel skin and curly hair. A toddler was chained next to her. The child cowered away at the sight of Ren.
Still, Ren said nothing.
An elderly woman in a black dress said something in Spanish.
The middle-aged couple, who sat in the corner, responded to her.
“What do you want?” the husband asked.
Ren wanted to say something.
She wanted to act.
Free them. Free them. Free them. Free them!
But
