Basically, I got the idea by reading Glory Slig. Not only that, but prison based dramas like Shawshank Redemption and Porridge gave me some ideas. I wanted to write for the other side though, the wardens... Since they are often the characters which are written as bad or anti-heroes.
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Chapter 1: Bodies
Rook has been in Keeya Prison for a month now. Times were good at the moment. However, nothing lasts forever. A few days after the snow had started falling, strange sightings were being reported from all areas of the prison. Shadowy figures, along with screams in the night. Ebertto and Baeny were struck down during the previous night, Alon found them passed out on their patrol route. An emergency meeting was called for some of the red cappers, Flek was among them.
Flek grimaced. “I found Garlett this morning, another bite.” Nakka was in a panic. "That's three bodies now, three!" Flek shook his head, "No choice then, call up the hunters... This Dark Wing problem has become much worse..."
Rook was in the middle of his evening meal. He was just about to dip some bread into some soup when he heard a noise from his headset. He clicked the receiver, “I’m eating. What’s up?” Flek chuckled, “You realise that everyone can hear you on this? I just wanted to let everyone know… The Hunters are on call again.” Rook was taken aback, he clicked the receiver back into the off position. “Ode, what do we do now?”
Rook secretly disliked the Hunter’s armour. It was heavy and the black fabric always bothered him. Still, it was his obligation and no amount of fidgeting would make this any easier for him. He was now among the Hunters group in the clan room. Alon was there, along with Ewen and the others. Alon was about to start the meeting.
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