"Let's check it out," Max said, his voice firm.
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. "Let's check it out," Max said, his voice firm
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 scratching noise grew louder, and I realized
But it was too late. The cellblock was plunged into darkness, and I heard the sound of locks clicking into place. It was an inmate, but it looked like
"You shouldn't be here," Graveyard rasped, his voice dripping with malice.
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.
"What's your name?" Max demanded.