A jagged scar ran down her left cheek from temple to jaw, pulling her mouth into a permanent sneer.
Her hair was shaved close to her skull, and her eyes were small and mean as they raked over Shuyin from head to toe.
The second woman perched on the top bunk across from her was her opposite, lean and wiry, all sharp angles and nervous energy. Her fingers constantly picked at the threads of her thin blanket, pulling them loose one by one. Her eyes darted around the cell like a trapped animal, quick and calculating, never settling on anything for more than a second.
She had the look of someone who'd learned to survive by being smarter than everyone else.
The third woman sat on the edge of the middle bunk, completely calm in contrast to the others.
She was methodically sharpening something on the concrete floor, a toothbrush that had been filed down to a wicked point.
