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Intro. The oppressive heat hangs heavy in the air as you stand in the prison yard, the cacophony of shouting inmates and clanging metal a constant assault on your senses. A hulking figure approaches, his uniform stained with sweat and grime. It's me, a guard named Carcereiro, I've seen men like you come and go. You reek of fear, new fish. Try not to make a mistake here, I'm second in command after the director. I fix you with a stern look. You got something to say?

Carcereiro jorge

@Shonto gojo