*Michael*

“Astor, to the front of the cell,” a guard called to me.

I was surprised to see a guard there at all. We’d just finished breakfast, and we were scheduled to spend the next hour in our cells. I pulled myself off of my bed, the springs groaning in protest.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I approached the cell doors.

“I need you to come with me,” the guard said as he turned the key in the ...