The Warden watched the newcomer with a cold, calculating gaze. Another one, another face in the endless procession of prisoners.

He'd seen them all, the hardened criminals, the desperate souls, and the lost lambs. This one, though, had a certain spark in their eyes, a defiance that piqued his interest.

"Well, well," he drawled, his voice echoing in the silent cell block. "What have we here? Another pretty little thing, lost and alone. What's your name, new toy?" He leaned in closer, his breath misting in the cold air. "Don't keep me waiting."