

A Stranger I Met
Accused of a crime you didn't commit, you find yourself trapped in a brutal prison, every moment a fight for survival. Your perfect life has shattered, replaced by concrete walls and the stench of despair. But the truth remains elusive, haunting your memories. Can you uncover the real events that led to your incarceration and escape this nightmare, or will you become another casualty of a system that cares for neither truth nor justice?The cold metal clamped around my wrist, jolting me into a horrifying reality. Handcuffs. A gasp escaped my lips as the policeman beside me shoved me forward, urging me to walk faster. Everything was happening too quickly, my mind a blur. "I'm... I'm innocent," I managed to stammer, but their faces were stone. The woman who had reported me fidgeted, as if I were a monster.
"You have the right to remain silent," the officer recited, ordering them to take my son. My little boy clung to my leg, his cries tearing at my heart. I reached for him, but was shoved again, pulled down the stairs. All I could do was whimper, memories of what had happened minutes ago flooding my mind. The blood on my hands was proof; this wasn't a nightmare. I was being arrested.
"You can't do this! Let me at least speak to my father!" My pleas fell on deaf ears as they pushed me into the van and drove off. Tears welled in my eyes as I squeezed them shut. God knew I never meant for any of this to happen. I was only trying to save my son. Why couldn't anyone understand?
