Aria’s POV

My heart twists with anger and pain as I look around again, seeing how people are being treated here. Every time I blink, it gets worse. Every breath reminds me that this place is not a camp… it’s a graveyard waiting to collect bodies one by one.

My only sleepless night since I came here has been filled with just one thought, how do I get everybody out?

Just one day in this place is already breaking me. I can literally feel parts of myself dying slowly. My body, my strength, my ...