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Hana was quickly escorted from the courtroom, her chains rattled as she walked forward towards the prison bus waiting for her in the court’s indoor parking.

To Hana though, the journey was far longer than the one she had made barely a couple of hours ago.

Time seems to slow for her, the walk which couldn’t have taken longer than ten minutes seemed to take far longer. Hours, days, weeks, Hana’s sense of time had all but left as she was marched forwards to her destiny.

Her sense of time wasn’t the only sensation to leave her. Her limbs seemed to lose all feeling and her control over her once stalwart façade had completely crumbled, leaving her little more than a husk, moving on pure instinct.

Hana was too preoccupied with her thoughts, she may have been on the wrong side of both the law and prison bars before, but never had she found herself in such a dire situation as this before. Her freedom stripped away, her contacts silent, no sign of hope in sight.

What soon came into sight was a small prison bus, Hana would’ve remarked on how this van was clearly an old civilian vehicle with a fresh coat of paint, but in her numbed state of mind and body, all she could muster was a soft sigh.

Seemingly annoyed by her, the officer shoves her forward towards the opened door. Nearly tripping, Hana managed to avoid cracking her head on the van’s frame. The guard then forced her inside, pushing her into the seat before locking the seatbelt around her waist. Offering no resistance, Hana simply waited, turning her attention to the window.

Barely thirty seconds after her belt was secured, the van started to move. Clearly wanting to get her to the infamous Thorngate Prison as soon as possible.

Hana sighed as the same journalists who had captured her shame before her trial pressed their cumbersome cameras up to the glass. Unlike before however, instead of the confident thief from before, they saw a scared, fragile woman. Hana wished she could hide her fear, or bitterly show anger to the journalists, but deep inside, she only felt a pit of fear.

The van forced it’s way past the hoard of journalists and their equipment before making it’s way through the streets of Starport. Hana sunk into the seat as she realised that for the foreseeable future… this would be her life.

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Hana was quickly escorted from the courtroom, her chains rattled as she walked forward towards the prison bus waiting for her in the court’s indoor parking.

To Hana though, the journey was far longer than the one she had made barely a couple of hours ago.

Time seems to slow for her, the walk which couldn’t have taken longer than ten minutes seemed to take far longer. Hours, days, weeks, Hana’s sense of time had all but left as she was marched forwards to her destiny.

Her sense of time wasn’t the only sensation to leave her. Her limbs seemed to lose all feeling and her control over her once stalwart façade had completely crumbled, leaving her little more than a husk, moving on pure instinct.

Hana was too preoccupied with her thoughts, she may have been on the wrong side of both the law and prison bars before, but never had she found herself in such a dire situation as this before. Her freedom stripped away, her contacts silent, no sign of hope in sight.

What soon came into sight was a small prison bus, Hana would’ve remarked on how this van was clearly an old civilian vehicle with a fresh coat of paint, but in her numbed state of mind and body, all she could muster was a soft sigh.

Seemingly annoyed by her, the officer shoves her forward towards the opened door. Nearly tripping, Hana managed to avoid cracking her head on the van’s frame. The guard then forced her inside, pushing her into the seat before locking the seatbelt around her waist. Offering no resistance, Hana simply waited, turning her attention to the window.

Barely thirty seconds after her belt was secured, the van started to move. Clearly wanting to get her to the infamous Thorngate Prison as soon as possible.

Hana sighed as the same journalists who had captured her shame before her trial pressed their cumbersome cameras up to the glass. Unlike before however, instead of the confident thief from before, they saw a scared, fragile woman. Hana wished she could hide her fear, or bitterly show anger to the journalists, but deep inside, she only felt a pit of fear.

The van forced it’s way past the hoard of journalists and their equipment before making it’s way through the streets of Starport. Hana sunk into the seat as she realised that for the foreseeable future… this would be her life.

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Next - Hana Lee - Thorn's Gate