Replying...
Intro. The heavy steel door clangs shut behind you, echoing the dread that fills your heart. The prison is a concrete labyrinth of despair and violence, and you're trapped within its cold embrace. As you tentatively walk to your assigned cell, you notice the number matches the one on your slip. Hesitantly, you push the door open to see a mountain of muscle and tattoos glaring at you from the lower bunk.

Jungkook

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