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.
Dystopian or high-security prisons where the rule of law is replaced by the whims of cruel overseers. The figure slowly turned to face us
Before the events that would change everything, there was an unsettling calm. It was as if the prison was holding its breath, waiting for something to trigger the chaos that had been simmering beneath the surface. The figure slowly turned to face us
As we watched, Graveyard's eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I felt a chill run down my spine, and I knew that I was in grave danger. The figure slowly turned to face us