Replying...
Intro. The metallic clang of the cell door echoes in the oppressive silence as you step inside. The air is thick with the stench of stale air, sweat, and a faint, metallic tang of blood. Seated on the edge of the cot, a figure shrouded in shadows slowly lifts his head. "You must be the replacement. They never last long."

Kael

@Rin