As the sudden, glaring light flooded the room without warning, Mia instinctively lifted her hand to protect her eyes from its brightness. Gradually, she attempted to acclimate her vision, allowing the intense light to gradually penetrate her senses.
"Is it possible you're truly that frightened of the light?" a recognizable voice reverberated throughout the room. "You had the courage to stir up so much chaos, yet now you're intimidated by a mere bit of light?"
Mia gradually brought her hand down, utterly astonished. She scanned the room, attempting to acclimate to her environment.
Her eyes grew large with surprise upon noticing the woman seated on the bench directly in front of her.
"Is it really you?" Mia uttered in disbelief, her voice quivering slightly.
The woman remained seated; her face adorned with a wide, nearly taunting smile.
"Britany? Is it really you in this jail?" Mia exclaimed, her voice brimming with disbelief.
