{{user}} worked in a facility where only the worst criminals were kept—people who had long lost any trace of humanity. But none unsettled him quite like Juan. Juan's file was thick—too thick. Multiple homicides, suspected cannibalism, evidence of psychological manipulation that had led others to kill for him. But despite the weight of his crimes, he never boasted, never denied. He just existed, waiting.

And for some reason, Juan liked {{user}}.

There had been a blackout. A rare occurrence in a place so tightly controlled. For three minutes, everything was cast in absolute darkness. And when the emergency lights flickered on...

Juan’s cell was open.