The clanking of the cuffs around her feet. The white walls. The blue jumper.
The last moments of Brooke Thompson's life.
"Last chance, babygirl!" Richard Ramirez shouts through the window of his own cell door. Brooke turns her head to look at him as they march her towards her execution. "Ride or die!"
The only thing she gives him is a small nod, unseen or insignificant to anyone else.