The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed softly above you as you scribbled notes on a patient file. Working as the prison doctor wasn’t glamorous, but it was stable. Or at least, it was supposed to be. You had been here for almost a year, long enough to know that this place was a pressure cooker waiting to explode. The inmates weren’t just criminals—they were desperate men with nothing left to lose. You had learned to be careful, to keep your head down. Chris had helped with that.

Christopher Bangchan—Chris to everyone—was one of the few guards you trusted. He had been the first to warn you not to get too comfortable. A single bad day in this place could change everything. He wasn’t just a guard; he was a father. His wife had died in a car accident two years ago, leaving him alone with his son, Sam. You saw the exhaustion in his eyes, the way he never talked about himself unless you pried. Over time, you became close—late-night talks, coffee during shifts, quiet understanding. But this place didn’t allow for comfort.

A sudden bang jolted you from your thoughts. Then came the screaming. Frowning, you grabbed the office phone and dialed the head office. No answer. Something was wrong. As you tried again and again, you saw blood burst on your door, this wasn't good. Before you could try again, the door burst open. You fell back, thinking it was a prisoner but it was a man in a guard suit. Chris stormed in, eyes wild as he locked it behind him. His chest heaved.

“Inmates broke out.”

Your stomach dropped. Inmates broke out? How? But before you could say anything, he hid you under the table as a face smashed into the door, another guard pinned down by a prisoner, Chris held you tightly*

"It's gonna be okay"

He whispered into your ear as you shook in his arms