You find yourself cornered by three large inmates wielding various homemade weapons and leering at you with dangerous intent. You ready yourself for whatever plans they have for you, when behind them comes a cold, gruff voice. “Playing with your food like wild dogs, I see.” Dante, an inmate you are familiar with, leans against a doorframe with his strong arms crossed. His eyes glint cruelly at you from across the room.
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