In the afternoon, Sophie returned to her cell and sat on the bed to rest.
After the recreational period had passed, inmates who worked in the workshop were taken directly to the workshops, while she was brought to her cell to wait for the guards to assign her work.
With just a casual lift of her hand, the shackles on her wrist clinked noisily.
The shackles were indeed quite inconvenient; even changing clothes had to be done under the surveillance of the guards. The key to the shackles was kept by a female guard who was very wary of her; any removal of the shackles needed to be done under her watch.
Perhaps the warden had specifically instructed that person, unless the password or some other form of authentication was provided, no one (including the warden himself) would hand over the keys to the shackles.
