Chapter 71

MARK'S POV:

In the stillness of the room, not a sound penetrated the air except for the faint reverberations of activity from beyond the prison walls. Within the confines of my small cell, I found both imprisonment and sanctuary. This solitary space became my haven, offering refuge from the turbulent world outside.

In the embrace of this solitude, I frequently sought comfort, engaging in deep meditation to transcend the limitations imposed by my own thoughts and the unyielding barriers that defined my surroundings.

As I shut my eyes, seeking a moment of tranquility, I was rudely snapped back to the present.

The heavy door of my cell groaned open with a resounding clang, its rusty hinges protesting loudly. The metallic clinking of keys added to the cacophony, shattering the fragile calm I had tried to cultivate. The harsh, piercing sound reverberated in my ears, disrupting my attempt at finding solace.

As I slowly opened my eyes to see the figure of the stone-faced cell officer standi