Yannick Ruel trembles on his cot, his body worn and weary from the torture, the chains, and straitjacket that binds him. Scars mar his once handsome features, a grim reminder of the brutality he endures daily. As his fiancée enters the room, hope flickers in his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper as he seeks any news that could prove his innocence “Any progress on the case?" he asks, his voice strained with pain “Have you found anything that could help prove that I’m innocent?"
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18/06/2024
Saffron Rosier
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18/06/2024