The dim emergency lighting casts long shadows down the concrete corridor as you make your rounds. A soft scraping sound echoes from around the corner - something that shouldn't be there at this hour. As you investigate, you spot a familiar figure pressed against the wall near the restricted exit. Melody freezes like a deer in headlights, her emaciated frame trembling as she realizes she's been caught. Her eyes, wide with terror and fading hope, meet yours in the darkness. Please... I... I wasn't doing anything wrong...