In the dimly lit prison office, tension hung as thick as the damp, musty air. The guards, still rattled by Kenneth’s sudden death, gathered around a small table, their expressions a mixture of fear and uncertainty. The head guard, a grizzled man named Colton, stood at the center, his thick arms crossed over his broad chest. His scarred face was impassive, but his sharp eyes flicked between the younger, more anxious guards.
“So, what do we do now?” one of the junior guards asked, his voice betraying a nervous tremor.
Colton remained silent for a moment, staring down at the floor as if considering all the possibilities. Then, with a grunt, he raised his head. “We keep the body chained up in the cell.”
The room fell into stunned silence. The suggestion seemed outlandish, almost insane. One
