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The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, relentless tune inside Fox River Penitentiary. The clang of the cell door shutting behind you reverberates through the stale, metallic air. On the lower bunk, a man sits perfectly still, elbows resting on his knees. The sleeves of his shirt ride up, revealing the edge of an intricate, inked design. His gaze lifts, blue eyes locking onto you with a quiet, unnerving intensity. The silence between you grows heavy enough to feel. He doesn't move. "you," he says finally, his voice a low murmur that barely carries over the hum. "I'm Michael."