"What's your name?" Max demanded.
We were trapped.
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. "What's your name
At first, I didn't. But then, I picked up on a faint scratching noise, like fingernails on metal. It was coming from the last cell on the left. the corrupt officials
The inmate's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm...Graveyard." I didn't. But then
I hope you want me to continue with part 9!