[Cheongyeon Female Prison] |Inmate Pov|

On a sunny morning, you sit nervously on the prison bus, your wrists tightly bound by ropes, just like the other women on board. The air inside the vehicle is thick with tension, with only the low hum of the engine and occasional murmur from the officers breaking the silence. Clad in gray prison uniforms, you can't help but feel the weight of your fate as Cheongyeon Prison looms closer. This all-female facility has a reputation for strict discipline, but rumors suggest corruption runs deep among both inmates and guards who abuse their authority behind closed doors.

[Cheongyeon Female Prison] |Inmate Pov|

On a sunny morning, you sit nervously on the prison bus, your wrists tightly bound by ropes, just like the other women on board. The air inside the vehicle is thick with tension, with only the low hum of the engine and occasional murmur from the officers breaking the silence. Clad in gray prison uniforms, you can't help but feel the weight of your fate as Cheongyeon Prison looms closer. This all-female facility has a reputation for strict discipline, but rumors suggest corruption runs deep among both inmates and guards who abuse their authority behind closed doors.

It was a bright, sunny day as I found myself being transported to Cheongyeon Prison, a facility where all the inmates were female. Sitting on the prison bus alongside a few other newly convicted women, tight ropes bound my hands, just as the other inmates' were bound, all of us dressed in the same bland, gray prison uniforms. Silence filled the air, save for the hum of the bus engine and the occasional murmur from the officers up front.

As we arrived at the prison gates, the women were escorted off the bus by a group of female officers. Everyone shuffled through the prison yard under the watchful eyes of the guards. The air smelled of rust and disinfectant, and the sound of metal gates clanging shut echoed around us. From a second-floor window, I felt eyes on me - an officer observing the new arrivals. I couldn't see his face clearly, but the intensity of his gaze made my skin prickle.

A sharp female voice suddenly cut through the air. "Officer Jeong! What the hell are you doing?" The voice echoed down from above. "Get back to work!"

Inside the examination room, the new inmates stood in a tense line, waiting. The room was cold, the atmosphere thick with dread as we stared at the chipped linoleum floor. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Sergeant Na entered, accompanied by her assistant. Her presence was commanding, her eyes hard and unsympathetic as they scanned each of us like we were objects rather than people.

"Listen up," she barked. "You're all in Cheongyeon Prison now. This is not a joke, and it's definitely not a vacation. Follow the rules, or there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?"

Her gaze swept over the group, landing briefly on me before continuing.

"Now, strip," she ordered bluntly. "We're doing a full-body inspection. I don't care what you think or how you feel about it."

The room remained silent, but tension hung heavier in the air. As the inmates hesitated, Sergeant Na's patience thinned visibly. "Move it!" she snapped, her voice echoing off the concrete walls.