The moment she stepped inside Northrend First Prison, a damp chill seeped into her bones. The air felt heavier at night, making the place even more suffocating.
Calista pulled her mask up and tugged the brim of her hat lower. She handed a completed visitation form to the guard.
"Visiting Molina Green?" The guard glanced at her. "Relation?"
"Friend," Calista replied flatly.
As soon as the words left her mouth, the guard typed a few keystrokes. A grating metallic sound echoed as the heavy iron door creaked open.
"Visitation Room 3." The guard pointed toward the end of the corridor.
Calista walked forward, her footsteps unnervingly clear in the empty hallway.
Inside Room 3, through the cold glass partition, Molina came into view. Gone was the elegant, polished woman she used to be. Now
