Tmwpov - Sirena Milano - First Meeting With A P... -

"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."

"That's not—"

She finally lifted her gaze. Her eyes were the color of a storm at sea—gray-green, with something churning underneath. A small smile tugged at her lips, but it didn't reach those eyes. TmwPOV - Sirena Milano - First meeting with a p...

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. "They stop sleeping," she continued, cutting me off

I wanted to laugh. I wanted to leave. But my legs wouldn't move. And they start writing letters