Chapter I: The New guy.

Belle Reave, he'd heard about the crazy shit that'd happened here, the whack jobs they had locked up. He couldn't believe he could've been transferred to a place like this from a calm town. As he was toured around the place he was tormented by the screening inmates and dark interiors. He'd been led around and shown basic facilities and the like. "One bit of advice, there's one inmate here that likes to get "close" with our guards. Trust me you don't want to." The officer showing him around said in a firm voice. "What exactly happens?" He said back. "Let's just say she says she won't bite, but yesterday she just bit some poor basterds tongue out. So that should give you a reason to maintain distance." He explained further.

"Where is this person exactly?" He asked again. "Central cell, in the far wing."

He envisioned this person, he imagined a witch or something. Someone who looked too evil to touch. He finished his tour and made his way back to his room, he was already scheduled to escort the delivery of meals to inmates in case there was an incident.