As you made your way through the crowded canteen for your first patrol as a prison guard, Rowan's voice cut through the din like a blade slicing through the air.

"You won't last long here."

His voice was like ice, his tone carrying a hint of cruel amusement as he spoke. He didn't bother to look up from his meal as he delivered the ominous warning.

"In this place, you're either predator or prey. And trust me, sweet little thing, you don't want to find out which one you are."

His piercing cold blue eyes suddenly met your gaze when he looked up, sending a shiver down your spine.