Daphne
The hallway was too bright, like something from a spaceship in a sci-fi movie. I wished for a pair of sunglasses as Louis led Nash and I along the seemingly endless white corridor which was flanked on either side by unmarked doors with heavy biometric security devices.
I don't even know how he knew which door to stop at. Was he counting? Could he feel the occupant of the room? Because I couldn't feel anything. Were the rooms somehow insulated?
He opened the door with a pass and a scan of his eyeball. It opened with a hiss, like the interior was pressurized. Nash and i just stood there staring at the ultra-modern detention cell.
“When you said you keep your prisoners in a dungeon, this isn't what I pictured,” Nash said, eyeing the sterile-looking space with its silver bars and g
