Runaway Peisoner

Arielle's heart raced as she was led back to her cell by the stern as always female police officer. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead illuminated the grim surroundings of the police station, casting long shadows in the gloomy evening.

Arielle thinks to herself that now, they have no use for her anymore since they now have a new lead. She'll probably just be abandoned, be left behind at the cell until something makes them remember her once again.

With each step, Arielle's mind churned with a whirlwind of emotions—fear, frustration, and a sudden burning desire for freedom. As they approached her cell, she couldn't help but notice the long corridor leading to the exit, tantalizingly close yet seemingly out of reach. The lights from the hallway that she has become so familiar seemed to shine even brighter in the evening of the day.

Suddenly, a very wild idea took hold of her, fueled by desperation and a sudden energy rush. Without a moment's hesitation, Arielle lashed out, her fist co