Hera limped from the hard cot to the small table. The gunshot wound on her leg made it impossible to walk properly. On the table sat a small piece of fish and a glass of water. Her bank account had been frozen. She was wanted across the entire country. She could not go outside because a large reward had been placed on her head, and anyone who recognized her would report her to the police.

She closed her eyes and hit the table in frustration before pulling out a chair and sitting down. “Has ...