"You shouldn't be here," Graveyard rasped, his voice dripping with malice.
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
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. "We've got a cellblock to inspect
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. The figure slowly turned to face us
But it was too late. The cellblock was plunged into darkness, and I heard the sound of locks clicking into place.