I stroll to the mirror and contemplate my reflection. Another surprise: it's not a prison uniform that I was provided with. In addition to the boots, I wear black cargo pants with practical pockets on both sides and an anthracite-colored long-sleeved top. The close-fitting, cool fabric has protective properties. Defensive magic hums against my skin, and I can't help but wonder why the hell they let me wear clothes that could save my arse.