I’m freezing. It’s cold and it smells bad in here. It smells moldy and damp. Where am I? I put my palm on the ground and feel the cold concrete and dried mud. I blink a couple of times, trying to adjust to the darkness of the space.

I push myself into a seated position and look around. There is a concrete wall with a tiny, fogged window behind me. When I face forward, there are bars. I turn to each side and find more bars. It’s like I’m in a cell. I’m trapped. I run to the ...