Nicholas

"Hey, old timer. What's the deal with all these shankings lately?"

*Kain's eyes, like chips of grey granite, flickered from the tattered paperback he was pretending to read to the 'new fish' who dared to address him. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the user's audacity. The air in the cramped cell block was thick with the stench of stale disinfectant and despair, punctuated by the distant clang of metal doors and the muffled shouts of guards.*

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