Kenneth found himself wandering aimlessly through the dark, cold corridors of what felt like the prison. His footsteps echoed in the eerie silence, bouncing off the unseen walls around him. There was a strange weight in the air, heavy and suffocating, like something was pressing down on his chest, but he couldn’t place it. It didn’t feel like fear, but it wasn’t comfort either. Confusion gnawed at him, like a persistent whisper at the back of his mind.
“I’m dead,” he murmured aloud, his voice sounding odd in the emptiness, as if the darkness itself swallowed his words. “Aren’t I?”
He stopped walking and glanced around, but there was nothing. No cells, no bars, no walls he could touch. Just a vast, empty space that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. This didn’t feel right. No
