The prison’s dark, damp corridors felt even more oppressive than usual as a group of guards gathered at the end of the hallway, staring at the collapsed remains of Kenneth’s cell. Dust from the earlier cave-in still clung to the air, the eerie silence punctuated only by the shuffling of boots and low whispers of uncertainty.
Kenneth had been dead for weeks. His body was buried somewhere under the rubble of what had once been his prison cell. Despite knowing this, the guards hadn’t been able to move his remains. Every time they tried to get close, something unnatural held them back.
Mark, the head guard, scowled as he surveyed the scene in front of him. His men stood several feet away from the cell, unable or unwilling to approach any closer. It wasn’t just fear—it was something else, som
