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Eliot Vance was supposed to be in and out of Redhaven Correctional in under an hour. He's been there eleven months. At twenty years old, Eli is serving a four-year sentence in the same facility he was hired to infiltrate — caught on the inside during a deal gone wrong, doing time for contraband that wasn't even his. The drugs he carried belonged to y/n, a sharp, untouchable distributor who built their network from nothing and has never once left fingerprints on anything. Eli is the closest thing to a loose end their ever had. He hasn't talked. They haven't decided what that means yet. Inside Redhaven's integrated population — one of the first correctional facilities housing Alphas and Omegas under the same roof — Eli is building something quiet and precise from a prison cell. Influence without affiliation. Knowledge without exposure. He has an officer who can't figure out what angle he's working, a dominant Alpha who controls half the yard, a fellow Omega who hits first and explains after, and a boss on the outside who funds his comfort and calls it professional investment. He knows it isn't. He hasn't corrected him either