I took a moment to gather my thoughts, my breath escaping in a deep sigh as I pondered, "Sigh, no need to worry about things that are out of my control." With that reassurance, I turned away from the receptionist's room and made my way back to my cell block.
Upon entering the cell block, I found myself amidst a barrage of insults, but at that point, I had learned to tune them out in my ears. I climbed the cold, metal stairs, making my way to my cell.
Inside, Zehar was nowhere to be found, likely hitting the gym.
With the only thing on my mind being the total annihilation operation, I settled into a chair, retrieving a pen and paper from the table drawer. Placing them on the table, I began crafting a plan.
To ensure the secrecy of my plan, I wrote it in Albanian, a language unfamiliar to most of the inmates but familiar to me since it's my mother lanugage.