Tmwpov - Sirena Milano - First Meeting With A P... | Authentic

"Relax," she said. "We have nineteen minutes left. Let me tell you how I met the last psychologist."

The room smelled like bleach and old regret. Sirena sat at a metal table, wrists uncuffed—a privilege, I'd later learn, she'd earned through a kind of quiet terror that made even seasoned COs check their locks twice. Her hair was dark, spilling over a gray jumpsuit two sizes too big. She didn't look up when I entered. TmwPOV - Sirena Milano - First meeting with a p...

"No need," she called out sweetly. "We're just getting acquainted." "Relax," she said