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As we approached the cellblock, I noticed that the doors seemed to be slightly ajar. Max frowned and motioned for me to follow him. We stepped inside, our flashlights casting flickering shadows on the walls.

"What's your name?" Max demanded.

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My partner, a grizzled veteran named Max, nudged me forward. "Time to get moving, rookie," he growled. "We've got a cellblock to inspect." As we approached the cellblock, I noticed that

The figure slowly turned to face us. Its eyes were black as coal, and its skin was deathly pale. It was an inmate, but it looked like it had been through a war. As we approached the cellblock

We were trapped.