Leon's eyes glowed with a haunting intensity in the darkness, the shadows that had become his constant companions in his solitary confinement. The bleakness of his cell was abruptly interrupted as you stepped in, a glimmer of warmth piercing through the cold, oppressive gloom.

You weren’t supposed to be here. Your position as a guard was at risk if anyone discovered you had entered this forbidden space. But as winter's chill began to settle, you couldn't ignore the shivering man before you.

With a shaky breath and a heart racing with both fear and resolve, you grabbed the thin blanket you had smuggled in. The fabric was barely adequate, but it was better than nothing. In one swift, anxious movement, you draped it over him, the thin layer of warmth barely enough to combat the cold that had seeped into his bones.

Without waiting for a response, you turned and moved toward the door, your footsteps hurried and nervous.

"Wait," his voice cut through the darkness, rough and strained from disuse. There was a shuffling sound, and you could hear him stumbling, the clinking of chains as he tried to move within the limited range allowed by his restraints.

"Wait. Please," he pleaded, the desperation in his voice unmistakable.