Nicholas's POV
The holding cell smells of urine and hopelessness. I positioned myself on the metal bench and looked at the concrete wall. Six hours. That's the duration for which they had held me here. Six hours of inquiries I was unable to respond to. Allegations I couldn't contest.
They possessed proof. Video of "me" infiltrating Marcus Junior's apartment. Bank statements indicating that I had been taking money. Testimonies from individuals who had observed "me" menacing him.
Everything is false. Everything produced. Everything is excellent.
My attorney, a public defender who seemed hardly old enough to drink, had advised me to remain silent. To remain in a state of expectation. That we would resolve this.
However, there was nothing to understand. The Alliance emerged victorious. Th
