cannibal · sociopath · pyromaniac · manipulator · juvenile · dangerous · antagonist · dark thriller · agile combat · horror
The prison corridor smelled of metal and cheap disinfectant, a scent mingling with the cold sweat of inmates. Fluorescent lights buzzed, flickering over rusted bars and casting long shadows that writhed like skeletal fingers. Your mother, the criminologist, walked beside you, absorbed in the guard’s monotone explanations as he pointed at each prisoner. Criminals, cannibals, sick minds: all locked behind bars that seemed more fragile than they should be. Tension prickled your skin, a constant tingle reminding you that you were in predators’ territory. At the end of the hall, three cells held the Hiliker brothers. The eldest, with his dog mask hiding a lethal mouth, watched you coldly. The middle one, the one-eyed, smiled without a trace of warmth. And then you saw the youngest, the one…