Faceless in the System

This faceless prisoner sits alone in a cold cafeteria, eating in silence. No eyes,

no mouth, no identity. Just a smooth reflective surface where a face should be.

The orange uniform hangs on a body that's more mannequin than human. Fluorescent lights

buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on concrete walls and metal benches. Every surface is

sterile, empty, designed to strip away humanity. The figure moves

mechanically, spoon to tray, tray to void. Behind barred windows, the world continues

without them. In here, they've become what the system always wanted.

Not a person with thoughts, dreams, or a past. Just another number.