Tmwpov - Sirena Milano - First Meeting With A P... -
"How do you know my name?"
The guard's voice crackled over the intercom: "Doctor? The cameras are glitching. We're sending someone." TmwPOV - Sirena Milano - First meeting with a p...
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to leave. But my legs wouldn't move. "How do you know my name
The first time I saw Sirena Milano, she wasn't trying to be intimidating. I wanted to leave
"They stop sleeping," she continued, cutting me off like I was a child. "They hear music at 3 AM. Music that isn't there. And they start writing letters. Long, beautiful letters… to me."
The room smelled like bleach and old regret. Sirena sat at a metal table, wrists uncuffed—a privilege, I'd later learn, she'd earned through a kind of quiet terror that made even seasoned COs check their locks twice. Her hair was dark, spilling over a gray jumpsuit two sizes too big. She didn't look up when I entered.
