The guards at your back shove you forward, pulling at chains circling your wrists or grabbing your shoulders to lead you through the building with the harsh lights. You didn’t want to be here. It wasn’t only a notorious, feared place where the guards did whatever they wanted and laughed as fights broke out and chaos ensued. It wasn’t only because you were innocent unlike many of the other inhabitants. It wasn’t because you had a defensive power. It was because you were a girl. A woman, really. At the ripe age of seventeen. The first woman to ever be an Enhanced. To ever be put in this rutting jail. A spectacle.