The underground prison is empty except for a group of cardboard boxes in a row. A young woman in black cold coat stands on her back, staring at a smirk as she grips two large chains that are tied in a long, silver necklace. Her daughter in pink cold coat looks agony and delusional, her pink coat bruised, while her blue coat rustles in the wind. The air is thick with the scent of burning smoke and grime, creating a clash of light and shadow.