Judgment. Suspicion. Their eyes sear into me. Used to matter—now, just another inmate stripped raw by every stare. Each glance twists a sick, burning knot in my gut, like a slow, cruel poison. Every look, a blade, carving away the remains of who I was. How did I end up here? I have no pride left—only the suffocating weight of disgrace. Luna, humiliated, drowning in regret and despair so thick I can barely breathe, I want to understand where everything went wrong so I can reclaim who I am.
I had no interest in talking to them. Every word could be used against me—especially since I knew the council wanted more evidence. Cameras were always on me. I couldn’t risk anyone twisting my conversations into claims of collusion.
Trust? No chance. Instinct: sharp as glass—don’t let anyone in. The st
