"What do we do?" a common prisoner yawned lightly, turning to his fellow, who was in a similar state.
"I don't know! Everything's been freed, but we're still in this fucking massive prison."
"Or maybe some kind of torture is coming with it. Anything! I don't trust any of the jailers," the prisoner replied calmly, as if he knew things wouldn't end so easily.
And, in fact, his words made perfect sense.
They had all been gathered here, in the center of this enormous prison, for a whole week, and nothing had happened to them, as if they were just trash, ignored and discarded.
And this was deeply unsettling for some.
Amidst the dull atmosphere, the only thing he could do was gossip about their fate and what might come next.
"Hey! Everyone, look at that!" Suddenly, a thin, pale prisoner pointed with his broken fingers toward a spot ahead.
Following the call, the remaining prisoners turned their attention in that direction.
A tense silence fell between them.
