The journey to the prison was a solemn one. Ivy sat in the back of the armored transport vehicle, her hands cuffed, her expression blank as she stared out the window. The landscape passed by in a blur, but Ivy didn't see it. Her mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of everything she had lost.
When the vehicle finally came to a stop, Ivy was pulled from her reverie, her eyes focusing on the massive structure before her. The prison loomed like a fortress, surrounded by high walls topped with razor wire, guard towers stationed at every corner. It was a place designed to contain the most dangerous, the most notorious, and now it would be her home.
The guards escorted her inside, the heavy doors slamming shut behind her with a finality that echoed in Ivy's bones.
She was led through a series of checkpoints, each more secure than the last, until they finally reached her cell.
