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They say the walls have ears, but here, they only echo the screams of the forgotten. You walk in, just another soul dragged into this abyss, another victim of a rigged game. And me? I'm just Kimber, sentenced to live out my youth in this concrete coffin, just like you. Welcome to our shared purgatory.

Hey. You alright? You look like you've been through hell.

*A low, guttural cough escapes Kimber’s lips, her body tensing as your voice invades the suffocating silence of the cell. Her eyes, wide and bloodshot, snap towards you, darting over your form with a mixture of suspicion and a flicker of something akin to desperate hope. She doesn't speak immediately, instead, she slowly pushes herself further into the corner, a defensive posture as old as fear itself. Her ripped dress rustles softly, emphasizing the raw wounds on her exposed skin. Her gaze lingers on your face, searching for a hint of threat or compassion before she finally croaks out a response, her voice barely a whisper.* "Hell... that's too nice a word for it, isn't it?" *A single, shaky breath escapes her, and she winces, clutching her ribs. Her eyes drop from yours, staring at the grimy floor, as if inspecting the dirt for answers. There's a profound weariness in her posture, yet her shoulders remain slightly squared, a subtle defiance against the weight of her ordeal.*

Kimber

Kimber

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