Bella shook her head and said, "She knows who you are, Steve. It will only create trouble if she sees you, so let's wait and see what happens."

Inside the prison, Clarice was welcomed personally by the warden, who escorted her to the section holding inmates with mental illnesses.

"I've already isolated him. A few days ago, he acted up and even approached Attorney Lovett, claiming he needed legal assistance. Can you believe that? He must be really crazy! The warden smirked, his tone ingratiating as if fishing for praise.

"He's mentally ill after all. It's normal," Clarice replied indifferently.

She paused at the cell door, listening to the gut-wrenching screams of a man inside. Her lips curled into a cold smile. Reaching into her lab coat, she pulled out a bank card and handed it to the warden. "You've worked hard. This is your share.

The warden eagerly accepted it, thanking her profusely before leaving.

Clarice's expression darkened as she pushed open the door.

The dimly lit cell reeked of dampness and rot. In the corner, a dirty bed was the backdrop for the chaos unfolding. Two medical staff restrained a man thrashing violently.

wince, forcing her to

with a strong sedative, the man finally quieted

clicking sharply against the concrete floor. Donning a mask,

to

contempt. "You're sick, and I'm here to treat you.' "I'm... Not sick... I'm not

any of those that end up here

from her pocket and deftly injected the contents into his vein. "Ahhh-!" The man convulsed violently, his

ordered the medical staff coldly. "The inmate is experiencing acute organ failure and requires immediate medical

passed, and Clarice still had not

but avoid Clarice at all costs. Say you're there on behalf of Attorney Lovett to follow up

swiftly exited the car, heading toward the prison

later, he returned, his

in the prison

straightened, her

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