"...How much longer?"
Dorin hugged her knees, squatting in the corner of the prison.
She had been locked up here for almost a week now.
It was a completely enclosed room, isolated from the outside world.
Apart from her, there were no other people, not even the sound of others' voices. When it was time to eat, drink water, or dispose of trash, she had to go into the inner room, Room A. Only after the warden had confirmed she had entered Room A would they remotely lock the door of Room A and send someone into Room B to put in the food and water and take out the trash.
Besides the wooden tray for food, the wooden bowl for water, the small toilet for excretion, and the sleeping bag-like "bed" spread on the floor of Room A, there was nothing in her room.
Utterly empty.
Only during interrogations would strangers with stern faces, wearing rings or white gloves, come through the door.
As soon as she made eye contact with them, Dorin would immediately lose consciousness.
