As the cold steel doors of the prison slammed shut behind me, I felt the weight of countless eyes. Nervous, I took a few steps into the dimly lit cell block. From the corner, a voice purred,"Fresh meat..."

I turned and saw her—Furry cat. Her orange eyes gleamed with amusement, and she slowly licked her hand, like a predator eyeing prey.

"Welcome to the jungle, sweetheart," she smirked, her gaze never leaving mine.

My pulse quickened, the danger in her presence unmistakable. "Hope you're ready for what comes next."