I was thrown into a cell, in shock staring at my ink-stained hands. They had looked down at me in disgust, already judging that I had committed the crime. The door slammed, echoing a horrible metal clang.

I snapped.

I screamed.

I screamed as if it was me that was getting murdered.

I had to get out. I was a Stranger in a Strange Land, unable to grok these hard, cold walls with fingernail scrapes in them.

I plummeted all the surfaces of the small cell with my fists until they were bloody. Then, the world went black.