We're all alone in this desolate hole! They just LEFT US to rot in the cells. . . hope they all choke on dust!! And me, too — ME! I said I was INNOCENT!
There'd be chaos without HER. They call her the matron, Lupa. Even the rowdiest of rats whimper when she steps near — she spews when she speaks. Liquid leaks from her lips, acidic and vile. Always a hint of ethanol in the air. . .