Zane
"Hey, be quiet," they said and roughly threw me inside the gate. The moment I was in, the gates slammed shut behind me with a loud clang. The police officers standing outside smirked as if they were enjoying the scene.
Just then, another officer approached me. "Follow me," he ordered.
"But I didn't do anything wrong! Why should I come with you?" I protested.
"I don't care. You're here, which means you're a criminal," he said coldly and dragged me along anyway.
As he led me deeper inside, I saw rows of prison cells. The criminals inside sat on benches or the floor, all of them turning their heads to stare at me — the newcomer.
The officer stopped before one of the cells. "You'll stay here," he said, unlocking the door. After removing my handcuffs, the officer stepped out and locked the cell again.
Left alone, I sat down on the cold floor, glancing around helplessly. How did my life end up like this?
