Two days later.
"Camilla, come out!" In the core area, Veronica opened the door of the cell.
"Huh?" Camilla, who had been taking a nap, rolled over and yawned, "Hey, hey, I just got out of solitary and had a meal, now what?"
"You come out when you're told, why all the chatter? It's a meeting with the warden, hurry up!" Veronica tapped the door frame with her baton.
"Oh?" Camilla suddenly perked up, "Did that kid really manage it?"
"Who are you calling a kid, you girl not even twenty? If you want to know what's going on, come out quickly, don't waste time." Veronica urged.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming." Camilla lazily got up from the bed, feeling much more sluggish than usual, "Sigh, I just don't have any energy after eating today…"
As soon as she stepped out the door, she stopped in her tracks and whipped her head around to look down the corridor, like a wild animal on alert.
"What is it?" Veronica asked her.
