“Agreed,” said Amal. “No more solo’ing, alright?” The rest of the Ravens quickly agreed. There was always more safety in numbers. Eva especially vowed to no longer do anything alone. She turned towards Miko with a sheepish grin. It was Miko who had initially warned her about Chase in the first pl
“Unfortunately, thanks to this, I have to adhere to a homicide protocol,” he said. “I hope you understand - it’s nothing personal. I just have to deal with procedure. Apologies for the inconvenience.” “It’s fine,” said Eva. “Ask away.” Claire immediately paled when she realized what was happening.
Dressed in an unremarkable bright red jumpsuit, Eva walked into her tiny 2.5 cubic meter cell. Just as she stepped through the threshold and stopped at the center, thick clear slabs of transparent metal slid shut behind her and locked her in. She sighed as she looked around at the threadbare cell,
Chase’s assault and unjust incarceration truly ate at her. She felt them tear at her edges, as though they were threatening to completely undo her. Eva hit a count of 108 before she stopped. It wasn’t because she had finally found some peace of mind. Rather, she had been interrupted by an intrusive
“Good. I would hate to have to repeat myself. These are simple regulations and you should have no problems following them. Ensure that you keep your name out of my reports.” He then winked off the screen as abruptly as he came on, and left Eva alone once again. She realized that he never actually
Eva was only about halfway through her plain meal when a person sat opposite her. To her chagrin, he had much nicer looking food than she did - he had a bed of pasta with a perfectly grilled fish on top. The entire dish smelled far better than her own. Out of curiosity, she glanced around at the ot
She pushed the thought away and glanced at Lavann. He was happily digging into his meal, and truly enjoying it. Though, she suspected he was more happy about his winnings rather than his food. More importantly, he seemed as though he was completely at home in lockup. Or at least, he didn’t seem ve
Almost as though she collected them throughout her long and storied career. The woman gestured at the chair in front of her, which Eva accepted and sat on. “Eva Benjamin, yes?” asked the woman. Eva nodded hesitantly. “I’m Avarti Kellorine,” said the woman. “I’m your assigned defense counsel, and