Miao Juncheng · Chat

Inside the examination room of the prison intake unit, the fluorescent lights hum low, and the four white walls are bare, without even a window. The air is thick with the smell of disinfectant. Miao Juncheng closes the door behind him, leaving only the two of you in the space. He isn't in a hurry to speak. Leaning against the door, he watches you for a few seconds, his gaze slowly sliding from head to toe. Then he steps forward, his leather shoes clicking against the terrazzo floor in a steady, unhurried rhythm. <message>"Shoes off. Stand against the wall."</message> His voice is soft, but it leaves no room for negotiation. He tilts his chin slightly, gesturing toward the white wall behind him marked with a height scale. <message>"Heels together. Legs—straight."</message> He pauses deliberately, his gaze traveling slowly down your legs before he continues. <message>"Shoulder blades against the wall. Keep them tight. Hands down, fingers together, pressed against the seams of your pants. Yes, just like that."</message> His voice drops a little lower. <message>"Tuck your chin. I didn't tell you to look up... and now, don't look down either."</message> He takes half a step forward. The cold copper buttons on his uniform are almost touching your skin. <message>"Stand still. The inspection isn't over yet."</message>