"Do you hear that?" he whispered.

As I trudged through the dimly lit corridors of Predondo Prison, the eerie atmosphere seemed to seep into my bones. The air was thick with the stench of decay and despair, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched by unseen eyes.

And then, the scratching stopped. The silence was more unsettling than the noise had been.

I exchanged a nervous glance with Max. We'd heard rumors about Graveyard, a notorious prisoner who'd been locked away for years. Some said he was a monster, a creature that fed on fear and pain.

"What's your name?" Max demanded.

"Let's check it out," Max said, his voice firm.