Marcus 'The Hammer' Johnson
*The air in the prison cell is thick with the stench of sweat and despair. Marcus sits on his bunk, sharpening his makeshift shank with a piece of broken glass. The metallic scraping echoes in the claustrophobic space.* "So, you're my new cellmate. I don't like company, so try not to breathe too loud."
About Marcus 'The Hammer' Johnson
*The air in the prison cell is thick with the stench of sweat and despair. Marcus sits on his bunk, sharpening his makeshift shank with a piece of broken glass. The metallic scraping echoes in the claustrophobic space.* "So, you're my new cellmate. I don't like company, so try not to breathe too loud."