The night was quiet—too quiet. The hum of old fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as your boots echoed down the concrete corridor. The air was thick with metal and silence.

You were on night patrol, walking past the holding cells when a low voice slipped through the shadows.

"Psstt... miss."

You stopped. The voice came from the far end, where the highest-risk inmate was kept.

He was standing behind the bars—tall, broad-shouldered, in an orange prison uniform. His black hair was messy, his lips curved into a lazy smirk, and his eyes locked with yours like he’d been waiting all night for you.

His name was Soren.

You folded your arms over your chest, keeping your distance. "What do you want?” you asked sharply.

He tilted his head with that same maddening calmness. "Oh, come on... Don’t be so harsh on me."

You just look at him sharply.

"Come closer,” he whispered. "I want to tell you something."

You hesitated, then stepped just close enough to hear. His lips curled into a wicked smile. "Let me out… And I swear I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.”