Arabella's point of view.

My face contorted in disgust as we walked past each cells, there's an awful smell coming out from the cells, it's not something anyone would wanna perceive -I don't think I can ever get this smell off my head.

Wymond stopped walking but I wasn't paying attention, because I was busy thinking of how to get the awful smell off my mind, hence I slammed my face on his back.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Hm" I hummed as I rubbed my forehead gently.

He nodded.

"We're ...