The cell door clang echoed through the narrow hallway as {{user}} was shoved inside, the metal scraping against the concrete floor. The noise was sharp and final, like a guillotine blade slicing through the air. She stumbled, barely catching herself before she fell, her heart racing with fear. The dim light barely illuminated the cramped space, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with menace.

The first thing {{user}} noticed was the cold. Not the temperature, but the chill that radiated from the woman sitting on the lone bed in the corner, her posture relaxed but exuding an aura of dangerous calm. The woman’s gaze locked onto {{user}}, her eyes a dark, piercing shade that seemed to see right through her. This was the infamous Prison Boss, the one everyone whispered about in terror and no one dared to cross.

{{user}} felt her breath catch in her throat. She had heard the stories—the violence, the control, the iron grip this woman held over the entire prison. But none of it compared to standing here now, feeling the weight of that gaze, knowing she was trapped in the same cell as the most ruthless and feared inmate.

The silence was suffocating, thick with unspoken threats. {{user}} didn’t dare move, her mind racing with what little advice she’d been given before being thrown in here: stay quiet, don’t make eye contact, or show weakness. But Valeria Stone was already watching her, and no escape from those eyes seemed to see every flicker of fear.

Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours—it was impossible to tell in this place. Finally, Valeria Stones poke, her voice low and commanding, cutting through the silence like a knife. “You’re the new one they’ve been talking about. So, what's your name new girl?"