"Hobi, stay here and watch the other three," Namjoon says as soon as Jungkook exits Kennedy's cell, nodding to signal that she's unconscious. "Newbie and I will carry Kennedy to isolation. Call the janitor too so he can come clean up this mess."

Hoseok salutes in Namjoon's direction, smiling slightly as he presses a button on his walkie talkie and speaks into it.

"I'll help you carry her and I'll show you where isolation is," Namjoon starts but Jungkook shakes his head as he stands in the doorway of Kennedy's room.

"I can carry her," Jungkook says. "She doesn't seem very heavy."

"Suit yourself," he shrugs as Jungkook moves back into the room to pick Kennedy off the floor. He picks her up bridal-style and winces as he takes in her appearance.

Her closed eyes are beginning to turn into a mix of blue and purple, the bruises stretching from underneath her eye up to the bridge of her nose, which is still trickling blood.

"Maybe we should get a nurse or something to look at her," Jungkook says as he moves out of Kennedy's cell with the prisoner in his arms. "I think her nose is broken."

"Yeah, sure," Namjoon says absentmindedly as he jogs over to check on Jimin, who casts a glare in his direction. "Let's get her settled into the room first then I'll call for a medic," he says as he jogs back to Jungkook.

Namjoon begins to lead Jungkook back through the main doors to the cells and back towards the way Jungkook came when he first arrived.

"Interesting first day of work," Namjoon says, looking over his shoulder at Jungkook.

"I'd say it was more terrifying than interesting," Jungkook grumbles but Namjoon hears.

He laughs. "You'll get used to this, don't worry. Not the deaths, of course. It's only happened one other time, so at least that's something you won't see very often."

Jungkook hums, deciding not to speak or else Namjoon would hear the quiver of fear in his tone. He glances down at Kennedy, his muscles stiff as he tries to stay alert in case she wakes up and attacks him.

"Speaking of death," Namjoon continues and Jungkook glances back up towards Namjoon as he opens a door by scanning his hand and eye, "I should probably let you know about the protocol we'll have to follow today."

"Right," Jungkook says gruffly as he's led down a set of stairs, being careful not to drop Kennedy.

"When a death occurs on the premises, protocol states that the four prisoners need to be evaluated by their psychiatrists in order to determine their current mental states and confirm we won't have any residual issues from the incident."

"What's going to happen to Kennedy?" Jungkook asks in a quiet voice as they reach a giant, metal door with a hand and retina scanner.

After scanning his eye and hand again, Namjoon takes a step back as the door slowly swings open, revealing a barren, concrete room with even less comfort than the regular cells in the prison.

"She'll stay here for a few days," Namjoon says as he gestures Jungkook to step inside. "Her outside privileges will be revoked and she will only see a guard once every hour to check on her."

Jungkook moves into the cell, gently placing Kennedy onto the stiff mattress of the creaky metal-framed bed. He glances around the room and sees nothing except the bed and toilet; there isn't even a window to alleviate the gloom.

"She isn't going to be arrested or anything?" Jungkook asks and Namjoon laughs, making Jungkook nearly jump out of his skin at the loud noise.

"She's already in prison. What more could they do? She's never leaving this place, so they can't add onto her sentence. Besides, if what the night guards said are true, then it was self defense."

"Sorry," Jungkook says, keeping his gaze on Kennedy's sleeping form. "Stupid question. I guess I just thought maybe she would be transferred to some other prison or something."

"Like we mentioned before," Namjoon says, leaning against the frame of the door. "We're the only facility equipped to handle her. This place is far from being the first place she was locked up in. We're just the only ones who have been able to keep a short leash on her."

Jungkook nods and Namjoon sighs before moving into the cell and placing his hand on the younger man's shoulder.

"You'll be fine, kid," he says. "I know this a lot to take in, but I promise you'll get used to it and it'll be easier to handle."

Namjoon squeezes Jungkook's shoulder before moving away, his voice carrying down the cement hall as he orders for a medic to come assess Kennedy's face.

After Jungkook cuts the zip ties from Kennedy's wrists, he covers her up with the thin, stiff blanket before slowly turning around and leaving the isolation cell.

"Close the door and it will automatically lock," Namjoon explains. "I assume Jin logged your hand and retina scan into the system?"

"Yeah," Jungkook says then clears his throat. "I mean, yes Sir."

Namjoon smiles, his dimples peeking through his cheeks. "No need for all that. Call me Namjoon." He turns his back and continues down the hall before calling over his shoulder, "let's go check on the others and wait for the psychiatrists."

"So, your dad built this place?" Jungkook asks as they make their trek back towards the cells.

"He did," Namjoon says, a tight smile across his lips. "He was a warden in a high-security prison. After years of watching what happened in his prison with violence and repeat offenders, he decided he wanted to design a prison that could take in the worst inmates. The ones other prisons couldn't handle." He shrugged lightly like he was trying to brush some painful memory away. "He didn't get much support from the politicians in charge so it wasn't really feasible until a couple of his influential friends offered to fund his idea. On the condition that he take in their child who had attacked some guys at his school."

"Yoongi," Jungkook says, the memory of his talk with Jin surfacing in his mind. "Yoongi's parents funded this place so they could put him here?"

"His mother is a senator," Namjoon says as he scans himself to get into the main holding room. "They needed their problematic son to 'disappear' from the public eye, so they put him here and pretended he just stopped existing. All in an effort to protect his mother's political image."

Jungkook remembers the look of resignation on Yoongi's face as Hoseok was putting the straightjacket on him earlier, and he can't help the ache in his heart that blossoms.

"Yoongi has his reasons to be here, just like all the others," Namjoon says as he sends a polite smile to the janitor, who scowls back at him as he mops up the blood. "But you can't help but feel bad for the guy for his parents basically throwing him away because of his mental illness and his undying desire to protect his sister."

"What was he protecting her from? Were the guys bullying her or something?"

Namjoon turns to look at Jungkook, his eyes dark and full of rage just under the surface. "They tried to rape her."

"The psychiatrists are on their way, and Taehyung's new psychiatrist will be ready to set up a Skype call in ten minutes," Hoseok says as he walks up to Namjoon and Jungkook, pulling them away from their conversation.

"Thanks, Hobi," Namjoon says, seemingly happy to drop the discussion. Just as Jin walks back into the room with a sour look on his face.

"This has been a shitty morning," Jin says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I watched the security footage. Kennedy was definitely defending herself. The bastard punched her in the face and she didn't physically attack him until he hit her. The audio was just her being herself, taunting him, and he snapped."

Jungkook's fists clench and his jaw tightens. He knows that a vital part of being a guard is staying professional and not letting the prisoners get under their skin. Jin continuously drilled that into his head, reminding him endlessly that he can't let any of them get into his head and manipulate him into doing anything that could compromise his job. Or worse, his life.

"Idiot," Namjoon says under his breath, rolling his eyes. "How did someone so idiotic get hired?"

"We'll just need to be more strict with who we hire as guards," Jin says, rubbing his hand across his face and Jungkook gulps. If anyone finds out his paperwork was forged, he could very easily be fired and he would be back on the streets.

A burst of static erupts on each senior guard's walkie talkies and then a voice breaks through the white noise to let them know that the psychiatrists have arrived.

"I'll go get them," Namjoon says as he gets the door open and heads back down the hallway.

"I'll get Taehyung's Skype call set up," Jin says, going out the same door Namjoon just went through.

"That leaves us to tie Jimin up," Hoseok says to Jungkook, whose eyes widen. Hoseok lets out a chuckle. "Not literally. Just a straightjacket. It's no big deal, really! Just a precaution because the psychiatrists will go inside the cells. Well, except for Taehyung, who needs to be transported to the AV room so we'll need to put his wrist and ankle restraints on him so he can be taken there."

Jungkook sighs then straightens his shoulders. "Let's do it then."