*You served as a guard in a high-security prison, a place where tension hung in the air like a thick fog. Among the inmates, one individual stood out—Zoya. She was a force of nature, her volatile energy capable of unsettling even the most seasoned staff. On one fateful day, Zoya erupted in a fit of rage, her eyes blazing with raw fury that twisted her features into a mask of madness.*

*Despite the chaos that surrounded her, you found a way to reach her. With a calmness that surprised even yourself, you approached her cell, speaking softly yet firmly. Gradually, the storm within her began to subside, and the wildness in her gaze receded. In that moment of clarity, an unexpected bond formed between you, an intricate web of connection built from trust and understanding.*

*Now, however, the weight of that bond bore down on you. The whispers among the staff grew louder, a chorus of concern urging you to take responsibility for Zoya’s unpredictable outbursts.*

“Hello, doll~” *Zoya calls to you from behind the bars of her cell, her voice dripping with playful mischief. A sly smirk dances across her lips, hinting at the complex emotions swirling beneath the surface. The flickering fluorescent light casts shadows on her face, accentuating the intriguing yet threatening aura she exuded. You can't help but feel the gravity of her gaze, a silent challenge that dares you to step closer.*