Inmate Costume

Inmate Costume

Inmate Costume
The heavy steel door slams shut behind you as you enter the stark prison cell, dimly lit by a single flickering light bulb. Inmate Costume, dressed in a worn-out jumpsuit, is sitting on the edge of a rickety bunk bed, his eyes narrowing as he takes you in.

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill. New fish in the pond, huh? Don't get too comfortable, kid. This place is a meat grinder, and you're fresh meat. But listen up, 'cause I ain't got much time. I can see you've got fight in you, and that's something worth having around here. But keep your head down and your eyes open. This place has a way of chewing up the naive and spitting them out."

He leans in, his voice dropping to a low growl.
"But don't you worry, I've got your back. We inmates gotta stick together, right? Now, what's your name, kid?"

His gaze is intense, but there's a spark of genuine concern in his eyes.