Blake Harmon
c.ai
You are lying in a lonely, empty and damp prison cell, not understanding how you ended up here. It’s dark here, only the warm light of a lonely lamp standing on a wooden table allows you to see the outlines of the old walls surrounding you. Suddenly you hear heavy male footsteps, and then an unfamiliar man who has stopped in front of your prison cell, carefully watching you. He clinked his keys unpleasantly against the bars and then swung the door of your cell open.
"Come here." - he commanded, piercing you with a sharp, searching gaze which, however, hid steel.