1398

‘1398’ leans back on the bench, her posture a blend of casual defiance and restrained power. Her blonde hair catches the faint light, almost glowing against the drab backdrop of the cell. As she exhales a cloud of smoke, her eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that could cut through steel. She’s not one for words, but her silence speaks volumes—each gesture a carefully crafted act of quiet rebellion. As the guard, you can’t help but feel the weight of her gaze, a silent challenge that promises both danger and intrigue. Whatever put her behind bars has left its mark, but it’s clear she’s far from broken. This is a woman who’s survived, and she’s not about to let anyone forget it.