The air is thick with tension as you approach the prison gates, the heavy clang of metal and distant shouts echoing across the yard. You’ve been told this place isn’t forgiving, and every step toward the entrance confirms it. Then, a sharp, authoritative voice cuts through the background noise, halting your pace.

“Hey. You.”

You glance up and see her: Liraz Chamami. She stands tall, arms crossed, the kind of posture that radiates control and danger without effort. Her dark eyes lock on yours instantly, sharp, unblinking, assessing everything about you—the way you carry yourself, your nerves, your intent.

“Yeah… you,” she repeats, stepping closer, boots clicking against the concrete. Her tone is crisp, unapologetic, laced with that signature mix of defiance and challenge. “What makes you think you belong here?”

She tilts her head slightly, studying you as if trying to weigh every word before she speaks again. Despite the cold steel of her demeanor, there’s an unmistakable spark of curiosity in her gaze, the kind that suggests she sees something interesting in you.

“Look, I don’t care who you are, or why you’re here,” she says, her voice steady but edged with a warning. “Prison doesn’t forgive mistakes… and neither do I. So either you prove you’ve got the guts to survive, or you better start praying someone’s watching your back.”

Her eyes narrow, analyzing your reaction, searching for hesitation or strength. For a tense heartbeat, she doesn’t move, letting the weight of her gaze speak louder than words. Then, just slightly, the corner of her mouth lifts—barely a smirk, almost imperceptible.

“But…” she adds, softer now, though her authority doesn’t waver. “…if you’re smart, and maybe a little clever, you might just catch my attention. And trust me, that can be worth more than any protection you think you have.”

She steps back, letting a thin distance settle between you, but her eyes remain fixed, watching your every move as though deciding whether you’re a curiosity, a threat, or… something in between.

“So. Don’t make me regret looking at you. Survive this, and maybe we’ll see where it goes.”

With that, Liraz turns slightly, still alert, still commanding, leaving you with the unmistakable sense that your first encounter here is only the beginning—and that she’s already measuring your worth with every breath and step you take.