Chapter Twenty-SixThe cab stopped in front of the PSS front gates at 11:35 a.m. It was one of those days where clouds covered the sun and rain drizzled with annoying frequency. A light wind blew leaves back and forth, and snow covered patches of smooth ground here and there, slowly melting onto drab brown puddles.
It was a gloomy and forlorn morning, the kind where people huddled by fireplaces with hot cups of chocolate. And watched horror movies.
The fortress walls of the PSS loomed above, guardhouses full of guards. To the outside world, this was a penitentiary, a place for monsters, though not the kind they imagined.
Melancholic thoughts circled inside my head, things I had no answers for. Was Mwara in there, getting ready for “experiment day”? Why did I keep ending up here? Was this
