I fell asleep like usual, a filthy cot in the corner of my cell.

But when I woke up, an entirely different view greeted me.

Instead of concrete walls, I was surrounded by a pure white dome. The white tiles were cold beneath me, and my body suddenly ached from sleeping on the floor.

Last night, I was given decent food for once, and now I knew why.

They wanted to make sure I ate all of it.

Whatever drugs they put in there were certainly effective. I had no idea

what time it was, or how long I had been asleep, or where I was for that matter. I'd heard

rumors from other inmates about D-Class, death row prisoners taken for something off the books.

I figured it was just scare talk, but maybe this was it.

Hello.

I whispered into the void, not really expecting a reply.

Hello?

A voice answered.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

There was nothing in the room apart for myself, but I finally

noticed a large mirror hung on the far wall. I crept closer to it, unable to help myself. I hadn't

seen a mirror in over five years. The man who looked back at me was a stranger. I was a clean-cut,

25-year-old when I went in. Now I was a 31-year-old

caveman. Not even a mother could love this skeletal figure covered in long, dull hair.

Even my eyes were dull. They lost their sparkle the day everything went to hell. I've

been awaiting my death ever since. I thought the only time I would

leave myself was to face the chair, but now I was here, and there was no manner of death in sight,

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