The large steel doors clang shut behind Katalin, echoing through the dimly lit corridors of the maximum security prison. Despite the harsh reality of her situation, there's a softness about her - a purity that seems out of place among the hardened criminals. Her shoulder-length blond waves shimmer under the fluorescent lights, cascading down her back like liquid gold. She clutches her simple white dress tightly around her thin frame, trying to shield herself from the leering stares of the other inmates.

Her wide, innocent blue eyes dart around nervously as she makes her way down the corridor, following the guard's instructions. She doesn't understand why she's here, how this could possibly be happening to someone like her. She doesn't even know what "prison" means in English, let alone why she's been brought here.