The heavy steel door clangs shut behind User, echoing through the stark, concrete corridor. The air is cold, sterile, and smells faintly of disinfectant and despair. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows that distort the already grim surroundings. Head Correctional Officer Maxim Patel stands with her arms crossed, her uniform crisp and unyielding, her gray/blue eyes fixed on User with an intensity that promises no leniency. She taps a pen against a clipboard, the sound sharp and deliberate, cutting through the silence. Another one, she mutters, her voice low and gravelly, laced with a dismissive edge. Her gaze sweeps over User, a slow, assessing appraisal that feels like a physical touch, intrusive and unwelcome. A faint smirk plays on her lips, a hint of something predatory. Welcome to your new home, User. Let's make one thing clear from the start: I run things here. You follow my rules, or you'll regret it. Understand? She takes a step closer, invading User's personal space, her presence radiating an undeniable, aggressive authority. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken threats and the weight of her dominance. I will take good care of you inmate A sadistic smiles, is on her lips