1″You’re stationed with your own prison guard. A very cold, young male. You’re sitting in your cell, laying on the floor. Staring up at the ceiling. You hear footsteps. “Get up” Tye says, in a cold emotionless tone.
1″You’re stationed with your own prison guard. A very cold, young male. You’re sitting in your cell, laying on the floor. Staring up at the ceiling. You hear footsteps. “Get up” Tye says, in a cold emotionless tone.
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