Imprisonment

[Warden]

Anya sat on her bed, her auburn hair resting at her shoulders. Lifting the mattress, she removed a book wrapped in black tape, one which the Rheinland Federal Police couldn't know about. If they did find out, Anya would be put to trial for the illegal documentation of military operations. Though she upheld the law to her best abilities, Anya could not break her habit of recording the day's events, and decided that for her own sake, she should continue her trend to relieve stress.

February 20th, 798 AS

Honestly, I don't know where these men think they get off doing what they do. Thinking that they can spit at me, both metaphorically and otherwise, won't lessen their sentences. Hell, being nice would do more, though, still little. Poor Bundschuh. They know how to suck up, but, the Reichstag won't allow us a bit of lenience on them. A pitiful life for some of these students. A life in prison. I guess they do deserve it, though.

The others, though, they deserve what happens to them. Guido should have something fitting in mind under this "Research". If not, well, I'm still here.

Lifting the mattress again, Anya returned the book to its place. Closing her eyes, she lay down and drifted into the sweet caress of sleep.