Chapter: 2050

Her dirty prison outfit hung loose on her, the number "611" stitched crookedly. Lying on the cold, hard bed, she stared at the dark ceiling, hands still, breathing heavy.

The air carried a mix of old smells and something not quite right.

She sniffed and realized it was her-the results of three days without a shower.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the iron door, followed by a gruff voice. "611!"

She stayed put on the bed.