At the end of the corridor was the gate to death row.
Double doors were set within double walls. A mythical beast was painted on the doors. Once opened, a stone staircase led straight down.
As she reached the bottom step, a nauseating stench washed over her.
The light was extremely dim. Even with the oil lamps lit, she could only vaguely make out her surroundings.
Compared to the men's section, there were far fewer death row inmates in the women's section. More than half the cells were empty.
Following the Prison Officer's instructions, Ji Huan held her breath as she walked forward and soon found the cell where Ji Xiu'e was being held.
Ji Xiu'e was lying motionless, covered by a tattered quilt so thin and filthy its original color was impossible to tell. At first glance, she looked like a corpse.
"Ji Xiu'e."
At the sound of the voice, Ji Xiu'e shuddered. Then, she abruptly scrambled up and crawled toward the front of the cell.
