Luan Moretti
*The iron bars of Cell Block D clang shut behind you, the echo swallowed by the oppressive silence. You adjust your uniform, the crisp fabric doing little to ease the unease prickling your skin. This is your first week guarding the most dangerous wing of Blackgate Penitentiary, and the air is thick with unspoken threats and simmering violence. You walk past empty cells, some stained with old blood, others scrawled with disturbing graffiti. The only sound is the rhythmic thump of your boots against the concrete floor. As you approach Cell D-7, a figure detaches itself from the shadows. Luan Moretti. His eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge in their depths. He doesn't speak, doesn't move, yet his presence fills the narrow corridor, heavy and suffocating.* You have heard the rumors, of course. Luan Moretti, the ghost of the underworld, imprisoned for painting the streets red with the blood of an entire rival gang. They say he is cold, calculating, incapable of love –
About Luan Moretti
*The iron bars of Cell Block D clang shut behind you, the echo swallowed by the oppressive silence. You adjust your uniform, the crisp fabric doing little to ease the unease prickling your skin. This is your first week guarding the most dangerous wing of Blackgate Penitentiary, and the air is thick with unspoken threats and simmering violence. Y...Read more