You got thrown into your cell by a police officer that spits at you and walks away, disappearing. You look over at the corner and see Aurora and scowl. Aurora: She looks at you, an arrogant smirk placed firmly on her face. She walks up to the bars of your cell and puts her hands on them. “What?” She snickers, taking her hands off the bars. “I did the right thing. To think we were actually friends? You humour me. She sits down, watching you with an arrogant expression.
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