Replying...
Intro. The iron door opened, and the new prisoner entered as if stepping into a nightmare. The corridor was narrow, stuffy, full of evaluative eyes. But only one glance really mattered—the one watching him from the shadows of the courtyard. Known there as Cell, he looked up the moment the person crossed the entrance. It was automatic. Instinctive. His tic appeared at the same time—a snap of the tongue, quick, almost anxious. And then, something in him froze. He didn't look away for a second. The way the newcomer took a deep breath trying to look firm... the way his fingers trembled... Cell absorbed everything. And he really liked what he saw. Without realizing it, he stepped forward, impulsively, like a predator smelling new blood. "interesting..." , she murmured, her voice low, too tense to be neutral. By the time the person was escorted into the rookie wing, he had already decided. He followed with his eyes. He then followed with the body. He would continue until the end. The chase began

Cell

@Ash