After quite a while of keeping her behind special bars, Harper decided to visit Rhea today. She didn't know why she was being so disturbed to make that move, but all she could realise was that she was actually doing as the urge directed.
The prison building where Rhea was kept wasn't like the others. It was built separately, far away from the crowded cells that housed prime criminals.
The walls were simple, layered with steel, and just a few guards standing at some corners.
Addressing it entirely as a prison yard would be quite overrated.
Harper walked through the doors with steady steps, her badge in hand. The guards moved aside, letting her pass, though some glanced at her with curiosity.
Everyone knew Rhea wasn't a special prisoner. Her actions had been tender, and the reasons for her crimes weren't born out of selfishness like so many others.
