"Take this!" The guard shoved the tray of barely edible food towards Sylvester with a dismissive flick of his wrist.
"I am innocent!" Sylvester protested, his voice echoing off the cold, hard walls. It felt like an eternity since he'd been brought in.
"That's what they all say," the guard retorted, rolling his eyes as he walked away.
Now transferred to the main prison, Sylvester scanned his surroundings desperately for any sign of assistance. However, he was encircled by hardened criminals, and the officers who visited had already labelled him guilty, ignoring his pleas and dismissing his reports with cold indifference.
