The cell was extremely dark, and the light was poor. The number of people varied in each cell, but mostly, waves of painful groans could be heard from within. They could easily spot the bloodstains remaining on their bodies.
Keira Leaf's gaze fell on one person, a woman, disheveled and filthy, her hair a tangled mess, her clothes spotted with bloodstains, somewhat resembling an ancient prison uniform.
Two slender arms, thin as skin and bones, stretched out from the slightly large sleeves, covered in patches of green and purple-black mottling, visibly dotted with numerous needle marks.
Keira Leaf immediately felt a tightening in her throat, followed by a wave of nausea in her stomach. She raised her hand to cover her mouth and bent over to vomit.
Noticing Keira Leaf's discomfort, Jackson Sully quickly shifted his gaze from another room. He was startled to see a child in the cell, a child only about three or four years old.
