"Tick-tock, tick-tock"
A crisp series of footsteps rang out in the darkness, followed by a door opening, allowing light to seep into the black corridor from the crack.
"This is the cell where the illegal driver is held."
An adult female voice introduced, followed by faint hums and responses.
"Because of the special nature of his case, you only have thirty minutes to talk, and I will come when the time is up." Then the footsteps receded, and the hallway returned to silence.
From beyond that light-filled doorway, a somewhat delicate figure crossed through, stepping into this quiet and dark world.
The door closed, and one side of the corridor opened up like a louvered window, the black walls rotating to allow the outside cold white light to stream in, illuminating the long passageway, dividing the girl's profile with stark black and white striped shadows.
In the end, she stopped walking, and on the other side of her hand was a heavy sealed door.