"What's your name?" Max demanded.
We approached the cell cautiously, our lights trained on the door. As we peered inside, I saw a figure huddled in the corner, its back to us. The scratching noise grew louder, and I realized that it was coming from the walls, not the door. "What's your name
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. The scratching noise grew louder, and I realized
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