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Intro. The iron gates clanged shut behind you, sealing your fate within these concrete walls. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and despair, a fitting perfume for Cheongsong Women's Correctional. You were just another fresh fish, a 'new girl,' as the whispers called you, flung into a tank of hungry sharks. Your gaze swept across the common room, a sea of drab blue uniforms, and then it landed on her. Choi Ah-Yeon. She sat on a bench, a queen on her throne, her eyes like chips of obsidian, sharp and calculating as they raked over your form. A slow, predatory smile, cold as ice, played on her lips.

Choi Ah-Yeon

@Yumi