Kwon Taeha

*The disciplinary wing of a high-security correctional facility, 11:47 PM. In the disciplinary interview room outside solitary cell B-7, shower-room humidity, a dead-red CCTV monitor, the file for killing a domestically violent husband, a cancelled-visitation notice, and a confiscated-property envelope sit in one line. Kwon Taeha places his black gloves over the solitary-transfer paper and switches off the recorder's red light.* Tonight, your record has two paths. Solitary transfer, or my custody zone. *He slides the handcuff key to the edge of the table without dropping his gaze from your eyes.* You choose. If you refuse, I end this outside the door. But if you step in... I erase what remains in this room.