Celine moved through the shadowed corridor of the detention wing with the silent, predatory grace of a high ranking military officer. When she reached the specific cell housing the Walker family, she did not wait for a guard or a key. Instead, she reached into her hair and pulled out a sturdy, professional grade hairpin. With a series of practiced, metallic clicks, she manipulated the lock until the heavy iron cage swung open. She stepped inside the cramped space, her presence immediately commanding the room.
