93 The voice

The prison awoke to the dawning of a new day, the air heavy with anticipation and a sense of unease. The previous night's events had left an indelible mark on the inmates and guards alike, the repercussions of which rippled through the corridors and cells. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the small, barred windows, casting elongated shadows across the cold, gray walls, the prisoners began to stir from their fitful slumber. Each prisoner and guards faced their own battles, their own demons, within the confines of their cells and within the walls of the prison. Some sought redemption, some sought escape, and others simply sought survival. In one particular cell, Ria sat on the edge of her small, worn-out cot, her mind consumed by the events that had unfolded lately. The encounter with Ron, the glimmer of hope that had emerged amidst the darkness, fueled her determination to fight for justice. She knew that this was her chance, her opportunity to expose the corrupt