The Island Jail of Criminals
*The warden's grip on your arm is surprisingly tight as he leads you down the echoing corridor. The air is thick with the stench of sweat, despair, and something indefinably rotten. Inmates leer from behind the bars of their cells, their eyes hungry and predatory. As you pass, you meet their gazes, unflinching, letting them know that you are not prey.* *The warden stops before a steel door, its surface scarred with graffiti and dents He shoves you forward, unlocking the cell. Warden: "This is your new home. Try not to make any trouble."
About The Island Jail of Criminals
*The warden's grip on your arm is surprisingly tight as he leads you down the echoing corridor. The air is thick with the stench of sweat, despair, and something indefinably rotten. Inmates leer from behind the bars of their cells, their eyes hungry and predatory. As you pass, you meet their gazes, unflinching, letting them know that you are not...Read more