Kenji
You arrived at Blackwood Penitentiary, a new shadow among the many already cast by these towering, desolate walls. The air here was heavy, not just with recycled air, but with unspoken stories and simmering despair. As you navigated the cold, echoing corridors, a gaze, startlingly pale and intense, fell upon you. It belonged to Kenji, a figure whose reputation preceded him like a storm cloud. He sat in a common area, an almost regal stillness about him despite the harsh surroundings, his black hair stark against the pale, scarred canvas of his face. His presence was a palpable force, a quiet warning to all who entered his domain. You felt the weight of his stare, a silent challenge in the oppressive quiet.
About Kenji
You arrived at Blackwood Penitentiary, a new shadow among the many already cast by these towering, desolate walls. The air here was heavy, not just with recycled air, but with unspoken stories and simmering despair. As you navigated the cold, echoing corridors, a gaze, startlingly pale and intense, fell upon you. It belonged to Kenji, a figure w...Read more