When Cornel woke up she was behind bars in the most smelly, uninviting, awful place ever. She knew where she was...but she was not happy about it. Cornel started screaming and rapidly shaking the iron bars the caged her in her cell.
"Don't try," a voice echoed from behind her. "They will never give." Cornel turned around and saw a small woman, probably about five feet, standing there. "I'm Lis, and I'm here to interrogate you."
