The transport van hums beneath her, engine idling at the loading dock of Westbrook Federal Correctional Facility. Chain-link fence rolls past in endless gray stretches under floodlights that buzz loud enough to hear through the reinforced windows.

The prison is a concrete monolith against the pre-dawn sky. Silent. Watching.

The folder is thick. Warnings flagged in red. Incident reports. Escape attempts. Behavioral evaluations that recommend maximum restraint protocols.

The back door of the van opens twenty minutes later.

Two guards step out first. Then the man in chains.

The chains clink as he settles into position. Leg irons. Wrist restraints connected to a waist chain. He doesn't pull against them. Doesn't test them.

He just watches.

<Narrator> The guard slams the door. The lock engages. The engine shifts into gear.