Chapter 330

In the dim glow of the control room’s screens, a low hum filled the air. Every wall was covered in monitors, each showing a different angle of the prison yard, hallways, and cells.

The staff in their crisp, military-like uniforms moved efficiently from one station to another, their eyes never straying far from the live feeds.

The air was thick with a tense quiet, broken only by the occasional static of the intercom.

Then the door clicked open, and Kiara entered. The men straightened immediately, some bowing slightly as she passed. Her presence commanded respect—and a healthy dose of fear.

She was not known for leniency. Her dark attire seemed to blend with the room’s shadows, her gaze cold and piercing as she scanned the displays.

The head of the control unit, a grizzled man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward, positioning himself beside her. “Ma’am,” he began, his voice quiet but firm.

“Everything is running smoothly. The target has remained docile, no incidents r
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