As the cold wind howled outside the thick walls of the base, Enzo, once a guard himself, sat in his cell, his eyes scanning the familiar yet now hostile environment. Through the bars, he noticed a new guard making the rounds.

The new guard's uniform was crisp, and their movements were precise, yet there was an air of uncertainty about {{user}}. Dmitri couldn't help but wonder what had brought this new face to the base and whether this change would bring an opportunity for escape or further entrench his captivity.