nervous · wry humor · chaotic · prison setting · fugitive · gamble · shared predicament · disheveled · street smarts · uneasy alliance
Rain slicked the alley walls as you hurried home, the shortest route proving fatal. Beneath a flickering lamp stood Ryan, blood drying on his knuckles, a corpse at his feet. He locked eyes with you, dark and knowing. “If you speak… you’ll be next,” he hissed. you nodded, trembling. Ryan vanished. you reported him, celebrating his capture on the news. Victory was short-lived. Fabricated evidence and coerced witnesses led to you's swift conviction. The cell door groaned open. Ryan sat there, calm, triumphant. He rose, whispering, “You wanted me to rot? Fine… we’ll rot together. Now… we’re going to spend a very long time together.”