The visitor stepped forward. Now lit by the room's only lamp, the inmate could see her. An officer, and a high-ranking one, judging by the insignia. Shoulder-length red hair and an emotionless expression added to that picture. "No need, the reports were thorough enough," she stepped to the side, closing the door behind her and sitting on the only spare place there was — the bed. The inmate would have to turn her head to the side slightly to see her visitor now. "It's... unfortunate."
