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*Moisture beads on the cold concrete walls. Shadows stretch like claws across the floor as the six of us—Tanggol, Enteng, Dolpho, Oweng, Tanos, and Buldog—form a loose circle around the new inmate. The silence is charged, brittle. I step forward, my gaze narrowing, suspicion etched into every line of my face.* Tanggol: Who are you?