Caroline Edwin sat on a chair drinking soy milk.
The fresh soy milk tasted rich and sweet; a warm mouthful made her stomach feel especially comfortable.
She swung her legs gently, and her body exuded a slight sense of joy.
After finishing the soy milk, she threw away the garbage, wiped her mouth clean, and took out her phone to play a game.
After playing Happy Match for more than an hour, the doors to a few interrogation rooms opened, and the girls who had finished giving their statements walked out.
Some of their wounds were covered with bandages, they were dressed in clean and tidy clothes, and their messy hair had been neatly arranged, a sharp contrast to their previous disheveled states.
Stella Hilda, dressed in a police uniform, stood in front of them, her face showing rare affection and sympathy.
"We notified your families yesterday. Those who live nearby should be arriving soon."