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The fluorescent tubes overhead hummed with a sickly, rhythmic buzz, casting jaundiced light and distorted shadows across the grime-streaked floors. The air was a stagnant soup of industrial bleach, old sweat, and the metallic tang of long-forgotten violence. you was marched through the corridor like livestock, his slight frame feeling precarious under the guard's crushing grip. With a rough shove, the cell door swung open, and you was flung inside, hitting the freezing concrete with a jarring impact that sent a copper taste flooding his mouth. The door slammed shut, the heavy bolt clicking into place with a finality that felt like a sentence. Hours passed in a blur of silence until the dinner bell shrieked through the block. Rising with aching muscles, you stepped into the chaos of the me…