Myeongwoo University Hospital was impressive. As a matter of fact, he was very accustomed to this general setting, appreciative of its cleanliness. Nearly everything was kept orderly and symmetrical. He is followed by the tall men in dark suits, accompanied by another with a brown fedora. The chains of his shackles clanged in the air with each pace. His veins were pumped with adrenaline as this new prison would be his home.
It was outside of the operating room that he saw a slender woman with brunette colored hair in a fitted lab coat with Myeongwoo’s crest. The man with the brown fedora spoke for him as he quietly stared down at his loafers, slightly shaking the chain with his movements. With a sigh, the fedora man yanked at the convict’s wrist, pushing and twisting in the key to unbind him from the shackles. He twisted his wrists a little, opening and closing his hands, readjusting to his newly found ‘freedom’ at this new hospital location.
"The only time you’ll be out of your cuffs it during the operation," the man with the hat explained. "Remember, this is five years off of your sentence." He turned his head to her next. "His name doesn’t matter, so keep contact to a minimal; his prison number is CR-S0119 if you need to call him anything. We’ll be observing the surgery from above." The man tipped his fedora after winking at the slender woman as he walked away with his body guards.
"I’m just here to do my business. I presume we’ll be using an OLCVR operation for a dilated cardiomyopathy case. I’ve already received the patient’s data beforehand, so there’s no need to worry. Let’s operate."