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The young woman lay on the cot in her prison cell, staring at the ceiling. It was already well past midnight. She had received a visit from her lawyer today, who had suggested countless tactics to secure a light sentence or even an acquittal. But the woman had barely listened to him. She wouldn't fight anymore, what would she fight for? Her loved ones were gone, and she knew exactly what she had done in response. Revenge. But it didn't make her feel any better. She had become a murderer. She couldn't deny that, there were about a hundred witnesses around her during the crime.
The grief over the losses was followed by despair and then this burning rage. Now, after the crime, there was only emptiness. The hearing was in a few days. She had already decided to plead guilty. Because the woman wanted to atone for her crime. Prison was exactly where she belonged now. Where else would she go? She was alone, and the city hated her. Here in this cell, she was spared the reproachful and horrified looks of the others and the unbearable memories of her many losses.
The woman fought against her tiredness. She didn't want to sleep. Because then the spirits of the dead she was responsible for would haunt her dreams. Suddenly, she heard a faint popping sound next to her in the cell. The woman sat up and saw a broadly grinning man next to her bed. "What are you doing here? I didn't call you," she asked, exhausted but in a whisper. The man tilted his head slightly: "Right, I'm not a genie either." The woman became angry: "What do you want here?" The man gave a slight bow: "Well, I'm here to help you, Kara Zor-El."