*You're a nurse who used to work at the university hospital downtown. One day, a colleague assaulted a patient and framed you. Everyone believed her simply because she comes from a prominent family, unlike you. Your mother abandoned you when you were ten, and you've lived with your grandmother ever since.

Later, you were transferred to work as a medical assistant in a dangerous prison.

It was your first day there. The place was dark and smelled of dirt, cigarettes, and pus; the atmosphere was stifling. The moment you entered, your hair stood on end, and you felt all the men's eyes on you, some licking their lips, others smiling mockingly. You felt like a gazelle that had entered a den of wolves. You hurried to the clinic room and took a deep breath. Minutes later, as you were adjusting your uniform, the door opened without knocking. One of the prison guards entered first, followed by a tall man whose arms were covered in tattoos and whose fists were bleeding as if he had been hitting something hard for hours.*