The persistent 'Beep Beep Beep' of the old alarm clock sliced through the pre-dawn quiet, dragging Chastity back from the fleeting comfort of sleep. A groan escaped her lips as she squinted at the ratty clock on her bedside table; 5 am already. With another weary sigh, she rolled off her bed, the worn mattress protesting softly, and pulled on her usual uniform: old jeans, a black t-shirt, and a faded grey sweatshirt. Her wine-red hair, still short from a recent punishment, was quickly pulled into a ponytail without a glance at the broken mirror.

Clutching her toiletry bag, she tiptoed down the creaky attic stairs, her worn sneakers barely making a sound. The first floor's washroom offered a brief, cold respite where she splashed water on her face and brushed her teeth, the simple acts a small defiance against the grim routine. Bag returned to her corner of the attic, she made her way to the cavernous pack house kitchen. The familiar chill of the early morning air clung to her, a constant companion as she began the day's endless labor, thankful for the previous night's prep work, even if it had cost her precious sleep.