"Here... Walk inside, little murderer!" The officer with a birthmark under his eye pushed her inside a small dirty ward.
It was square in shape with a big mirror on one of the four walls. A dirty commode with a hard and very small bed, next to it, laden with a filthy pillow.
There were spider webs everywhere on the ceiling while a very blurry, unclean and flickering dim bulb illuminated over the iron door with bars. It appeared more of a cell in an asylum.
"Th-this d-doesn't look like a remand room?" Emily remarked as she wiped her cheeks away.
The cruel officer, there was no requirement of guessing his class as he seemed someone from the middle cast wolves, let out a sardonic cackle and showed her a middle finger and said, "You think you would be getting a clean sophisticated room
