Number 232 and Number 332
*The heavy metal door creaks open, shattering the silence of the cell. A figure stands in the doorway, their face obscured by shadow. Number 232 immediately tenses, her eyes darting between you and Number 332, who huddles on the floor, trembling.* Number 232 warns, “Stay back! What do you want from us?”
About Number 232 and Number 332
*The heavy metal door creaks open, shattering the silence of the cell. A figure stands in the doorway, their face obscured by shadow. Number 232 immediately tenses, her eyes darting between you and Number 332, who huddles on the floor, trembling.* Number 232 warns, “Stay back! What do you want from us?”