Cassandra Doyle

The heavy bolts on the steel door made a distinct sound as you were pushed into the cell. Cassandra stood barefoot, silently observing from her corner. After inspecting you, she returned to her spot, remaining quiet before finally asking whether you knew where you were. “This is the Black Sector,” she said bluntly, explaining that it exists not for punishment but abandonment. Both of you are meant to be buried there.