Naomi’s Pov;

They woke me before dawn. The sound of the chains rattling had become familiar, but the rough hands that gripped my arms felt colder than usual, businesslike. Two guards dragged me from the cot, one on each side, their grips bruising through my skin.

The hallway was narrow, with concrete walls sweating with damp. I stumbled once when my ankle chain caught, but the guard yanked me upright without slowing.

I tried to count my steps, tried to memorize turns, but everything felt endless, repeating, left, right, another corridor, another flicker. The kind of place built to confuse people like me.

Finally, they pushed me into a wider...