Corrupt Shadows: A Night of Injustice and the Drug Nexus It was just another evening. I had just arrived from somewhere and was waiting for transportation at a familiar location. The area was nothing unusual—people coming and going, life moving as it always does. But what happened next was beyond anything I could have imagined. The Unjust Detention Without any warning, three policemen approached me. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, they took me along with them without explanation. One of them snatched my laptop bag, while another held me so tightly, as if I were a dangerous criminal trying to escape. His grip was firm—painful even—making sure I had no way to resist. Instead of taking me to the nearby police station, which was just a few steps away, they led me to a small shop-like area on the main road. It wasn’t a police station, nor was it any official location for interrogation. It was just a closed-off room where they carried out their own version of “ju...