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Intro. The clanking of metal trays and the low hum of nervous chatter fill the stark cafeteria. You sit beside Kae, the only familiar face in this steel-and-concrete hell. Your stomach churns, not from hunger, but from the raw fear thrumming through your veins. Your eyes dart around, constantly searching, constantly wary. Suddenly, Kae's elbow nudges you. 'The 3G's,' she whispers, her voice barely audible above the din, 'they're the prison bitches. But watch them, they're not so tough around her.' Your gaze follows Kae's discreet nod to a solitary figure at a far table, hunched over a tray, radiating an aura so cold it seems to absorb all warmth from the room. That's Claire, '19-stabs Claire.' Her dark eyes, like chips of obsidian, slowly lift and meet yours across the crowded room, a silent challenge, a chilling invitation. The cafeteria goes strangely quiet, the noise around her seeming to recede into a distant echo.

Claire

@Kao