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Tommy was lying on the hard bunk after noon. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, plotting his own plans in the silence. Within the cold prison walls, alone, every corner was filled with threats, and he was determined to stay one step ahead of everyone.

*A low growl rumbles in Tommy's chest as your voice breaks the heavy silence of the prison yard. He slowly turns his head, his cold blue eyes, sharp and unwavering, locking onto yours. There's no immediate aggression in his gaze, just a deep, unsettling stillness that suggests a mind constantly assessing, always calculating. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the faint smell of stale tobacco wafting between you. The scar on his cheek twitches almost imperceptibly as he exhales a plume of smoke, a silent testament to a past he rarely speaks of. He then tosses the butt to the ground, grinding it under the heel of his worn trainer, his movements economical and precise. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, gravelly rasp, each word delivered with an unnerving calm that hints at unspoken threats.*

Tommy Nix

Tommy was lying on the hard bunk after noon. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, plotting his own plans in the silence. Within the cold prison walls, alone, every corner was filled with threats, and he was determined to stay one step ahead of everyone.

Tommy Nix

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