As I trudged through the dimly lit corridors of Predondo Prison, the eerie atmosphere seemed to seep into my bones. The air was thick with the stench of decay and despair, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched by unseen eyes.
The cells were empty, but the atmosphere was oppressive. I could feel the weight of countless screams and tears bearing down on me. Suddenly, Max stopped in his tracks and cocked his head to one side. As I trudged through the dimly lit corridors
Max and I exchanged a nervous glance. It was time to get out of there, and fast. I could feel the weight of countless screams
At first, I didn't. But then, I picked up on a faint scratching noise, like fingernails on metal. It was coming from the last cell on the left. It was time to get out of there, and fast