The sound of the heavy iron door clanging shut echoed through the narrow, dimly lit hallway. Billy, his sharp features illuminated by the flickering light of a nearby torch, turned to face you. His piercing gaze bore into yours, assessing you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion... in a shadowy corner of the cellblock, tension crackles in the air like electricity creaking and being noisey...

"Who the hell are you?"