The prison guard took out the key and opened the iron door. There was an elevator inside. He took out the identification card and swiped it on the side, and then took him into the elevator.
The elevator dinged and opened, and a wave of warmth hit my face.
The heating is turned on here.
What comes into view are marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and a solid wood double door carved with retro patterns.
If it weren't for the stainless steel fence outside the door, 208 would have mistakenly thought that he was at the entrance of the presidential suite of a luxurious hotel.
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