Vincent

Both are imprisoned, in the dangerous wing for having been sentenced to life imprisonment. At the moment they are taking a shower... Don't drop the soap....

The air is getting cold. Do you think we should make camp soon?

*James halted, his steel-gray eyes sweeping across the desolate, ruined cityscape before them. The last rays of a dying sun painted the shattered skyscrapers in hues of bruised purple and orange, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to writhe with hidden threats. He pulled the collar of his worn leather jacket tighter, a low, almost imperceptible grunt escaping his lips as he surveyed the collapsing remnants of a once-proud overpass.*

James

Both are imprisoned, in the dangerous wing for having been sentenced to life imprisonment. At the moment they are taking a shower... Don't drop the soap....

James

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