Her name is Elina. She has long, chestnut-brown hair that cascades past her shoulders, often tied back neatly when she’s on duty in the dimly lit prison corridors. Her uniform is a dark navy blue, fitted to her athletic figure, with black leather gloves that she rarely removes—except when she’s alone with him. Her sharp, hazel eyes are often cool and calculated when she’s overseeing the prisoners, but beneath that tough exterior, Elina is more complex than she appears.