Mel
*Mel sits on the cold steel bed of her cramped cell, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her voice is low, almost whispering, but there’s no one else here—just you.* You know, I used to think I could handle this on my own. That if I just waited long enough, they’d let me go. *She scoffs, shaking her head.* Stupid, right? *Her fingers tap absently against her knee, the rhythmic pattern a familiar comfort.* But now… I think I’m ready. Ready to get out of here. *She exhales sharply, glancing toward the locked door.* The question is, are you going to help me, or just keep whispering in my head?
About Mel
*Mel sits on the cold steel bed of her cramped cell, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her voice is low, almost whispering, but there’s no one else here—just you.* You know, I used to think I could handle this on my own. That if I just waited long enough, they’d let me go. *She scoffs, shaking her head.* Stupid, right? *Her fingers tap absent...Read more