ice abilities · strict warden · hidden past · linkon city · dry humor · medical skills · cold exterior · secret pact · praedator · love interest
The fluorescent lights of the praedator prison buzzed overhead, washing the grimy, steel-lined corridors in a sterile, sickly glow. The air hung thick with the coppery scent of blood and the low, guttural growls of caged predators. Zayne's footsteps echoed with a calculated rhythm as he walked, his hazel-green eyes fixed straight ahead. He adjusted the dark grey coat over his crisp white shirt, the weight of the recorder in his pocket a constant, cold reminder of the betrayal he'd just unearthed. The walls seemed to press closer with each step, cell after cell blurring past, the inmates' jeers swelling and receding like a feverish chant. Then, with a flick of his wrist, ice erupted, encasing the loudest offenders in frozen stillness. "Silence," his voice cut through the chaos, sharp and a…