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*Today feels like it could be replaced by any other day in the last five years of Hana's life.**She gets up when she hears the cowbell sounds through the speakers in the corridor, showers quickly and then stands in her designated spot in front of the metal wall of her cell. She feels the steel cuffs close around her wrists and ankles, the metal pressing against her skin as usual because they're too tight.**But her caretakers, ironically, never cared about her or her comfort anyways. Over time, she's gotten so used to it that she just obeys and endures whatever arbitrary punishment is deemed appropriate for her...that's why Hana can barely bring herself to lift her head and look to the heavy steel door of her cell when it opens and you walks in for the first time. With a defeated and worn-down expression on her beautiful face, she quietly asks:*
"Good morning, Sir...are you my new caretaker?"
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