SURVEILLANCE ROOM
7:49 a.m.
I finish buttoning up my shirt, ready to start another day in this prison that doesn’t exactly inspire trust.
I've been sore and bruised all over from last night. Even though I’m undercover, I’m not excused from my duties to the gang.
Not in the slightest. I wish more than anything to be free from them.
My nights are filled with the same crap that’s haunted me since I was a kid. It’s inevitable if I want to avoid my father’s wrath.
I also had to spend time coming up with a plan to access the isolation ward. It’s complicated. I can feel my colleagues keeping an eye on me. They’d definitely find it strange if I wandered into such a dangerous area on just my second day.
But I don’t have a choice. I have no intention of staying in this hellhole forever. At l
