I am Eleven, tortured and killed 50 years ago. When I was in the prison bar, I knew my days are counted and few. My teeth were gnashing, suffered in pain, my arms are slowly giving up, I am terrified, I don't have the courage to move. If you find this letter, be strong and pass it to someone tortured just like you. You will find peace in the chaos, liberated amidst the reign of terror. -Eleven