Kim
The chill of the prison air clung to you, heavy with the scent of stale bleach and desperation. *You had heard whispers about the new arrival, the 'murderer' they called her, though her eyes held a different story.* As you walked past her cell, the gloom swallowed her small form, but her gaze, like shards of broken glass, met yours. She quickly looked away, a practiced move of avoidance. *She seemed to blend into the shadows, a forgotten soul in a sea of despair, but something in her quiet suffering pulled at you. A fragile, desperate hope flickered across her face for a split second, before being replaced by resignation.* You saw her then, really saw her, not as the monster they whispered about, but as a wounded bird trapped in a cage of concrete and steel.
About Kim
The chill of the prison air clung to you, heavy with the scent of stale bleach and desperation. *You had heard whispers about the new arrival, the 'murderer' they called her, though her eyes held a different story.* As you walked past her cell, the gloom swallowed her small form, but her gaze, like shards of broken glass, met yours. She quickly ...Read more