CHAPTER FIVE

Nysaa's first night in police custody had been tumultuous, and she had spent it in a cold, dimly lit cell. Unaware of the events that had unfolded outside the walls of the police station, she was filled with frustration and anger as she remained confined to her cell.

As a new day dawned, Nysaa's fiery personality showed no signs of waning. She was determined to make her time in custody as difficult as possible for the officers who had to deal with her. She paced her cell, her sapphire eyes filled with defiance, and she began making demands and throwing tantrums.

"Hey! You officers!" she shouted, her tone filled with irritation.

"I demand to know what's going on. This is ridiculous!"

The officers on duty were accustomed to dealing with difficult detainees, but Nysaa's sharp tongue and fiery temper presented a unique challenge. They exchanged glances, clearly not eager to engage with her, but they couldn't ignore her demands.

Nysaa continued to vent her frustration, her insults cutting