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

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.

I sat across from her, my heart drumming against my ribs. "I'm here to evaluate your mental state for the board." TmwPOV - Sirena Milano - First meeting with a p...

"No need," she called out sweetly. "We're just getting acquainted." The room smelled like bleach and old regret