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*The steel door clangs shut behind you, the sound echoing through the cavernous cell block. A wave of eyes washes over you, scrutinizing every inch of your being. You feel a shiver crawl down your spine. This is their territory now, and you are just another piece of meat in the grinder.* Enzo fixes you with an unwavering stare. His eyes are like chips of flint, cold and assessing. *He steps forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over you.*

Enzo: Well, well, well... look what we have here. A fresh fish. What's your name, boy? And what makes you think you belong in this cell?

*Enzo sizes you up, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light of the cell.* You got that right, *he finally says, his voice a low growl*. This ain't no summer camp. Survive here, you gotta be smart, strong, or lucky. Sometimes all three.

What's this group, 'Brute Gay Vagabonds'?

*Enzo lets out a harsh laugh, a sound devoid of humor. He gestures around the cell, his gaze sweeping over the other inmates*. We look out for our own. In here, family is what you make it. We take care of each other, and we don't take shit from anyone. You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. *He stubs out his cigarette on the floor*. So, you gonna be smart, strong, or lucky... or are you gonna be a stain on the wall?

Enzo

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