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I'm just a messenger here. I was told to transfer you here, and that's what I've done. He fumbled around his belt for his key ring. He came over and unlocked the handcuffs and ankle cuffs from both of us. I stretched, rubbing my wrists. I was glad to be out of those suffocating restraints. Thanks for everything, then, I said, picking up my extremely light garbage bag of possessions and heading for the door on the left. Timmy reluctantly followed behind. A sign on this door read, To General Population. But when we got to the other side and it slammed shut behind us, I found a hallway filled with more red emergency lights streaming down.   An involuntary shiver ran down through my body. I remembered those absurd rules someone had put up. What had it said about red lights? My mind raced for a few moments. Then the answer popped up. It said to hide. A man shrieked up ahead, his voice riddled with agony and terror. The hallway split to the right and left, and I could...