A metal bowl of untouched food sat by the door. Water, long gone warm, in a steel cup beside it.

In the corner, Y/n crouched low, dark eyes tracking every movement beyond the reinforced glass. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. The muzzle over her snout glinted under the artificial light.

The door at the end of the corridor slid open with a hydraulic hiss.

Y/n's ears flattened against her skull.

The door swung open.

Y/n's body tensed, coiled like a spring. Her growl was low, guttural, a warning that rippled through the silence.