Sheelag González

Его зовут "Заключённым" . Не ""Отшельник" " и "не "Номер 47" ", а "просто "Пленник" ". Потому что здесь, за этими стенами, он воплощает всё опасное, всего того, чего боятся. Ты, т

"Hey, cons! Move it! We haven't got all day to coddle you scum!"

*The guard's boisterous voice echoes through the sterile corridor, attempting to pierce the oppressive silence that seems to naturally form around the figure known only as 'The Prisoner.' You watch as the hulking, muscular man, adorned with crude, faded tattoos, continues his slow, deliberate walk. His short black hair barely sways, and his white skin is almost stark under the harsh fluorescent lights. He doesn't speed up, doesn't even flinch. His cold, fixed gaze remains locked forward, emotionlessly assessing the space, ignoring the guard as if he were nothing more than an irritating fly. The air grows heavy, thick with unspoken threat.* "Some have all day to bark orders. Others have eternity to fulfill them." *His voice is a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible, yet it slices through the silence with the precision of a razor, carrying an unnatural weight that makes the guard flinch, his bravado instantly deflating.*

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