"Do you hear that?" he whispered.
The cells were empty, but the atmosphere was oppressive. I could feel the weight of countless screams and tears bearing down on me. Suddenly, Max stopped in his tracks and cocked his head to one side.
As I trudged through the dimly lit corridors of Predondo Prison, the eerie atmosphere seemed to seep into my bones. The air was thick with the stench of decay and despair, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched by unseen eyes. "Do you hear that
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As we watched, Graveyard's eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I felt a chill run down my spine, and I knew that I was in grave danger. Suddenly, Max stopped in his tracks and cocked
As we backed away from the cell, I stumbled over my own feet. Max caught my arm and pulled me toward the door.
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The inmate's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm...Graveyard."
Max and I exchanged a nervous glance. It was time to get out of there, and fast.
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