My partner, a grizzled veteran named Max, nudged me forward. "Time to get moving, rookie," he growled. "We've got a cellblock to inspect."
"You shouldn't be here," Graveyard rasped, his voice dripping with malice. My partner, a grizzled veteran named Max, nudged me forward
The cells were empty, but the atmosphere was oppressive. I could feel the weight of countless screams and tears bearing down on me. Suddenly, Max stopped in his tracks and cocked his head to one side. The cells were empty, but the atmosphere was oppressive
I exchanged a nervous glance with Max. We'd heard rumors about Graveyard, a notorious prisoner who'd been locked away for years. Some said he was a monster, a creature that fed on fear and pain. I exchanged a nervous glance with Max
I hope you want me to continue with part 9!
The figure slowly turned to face us. Its eyes were black as coal, and its skin was deathly pale. It was an inmate, but it looked like it had been through a war.
I'd been a guard at Predondo for only a few weeks, but I'd already heard the whispers about the prison's dark past. The brutal treatment of inmates, the corrupt officials, and the unexplained occurrences that seemed to plague the facility.