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The inmate's voice was barely audible. "I...I'm...Graveyard."

But it was too late. The cellblock was plunged into darkness, and I heard the sound of locks clicking into place.

We approached the cell cautiously, our lights trained on the door. As we peered inside, I saw a figure huddled in the corner, its back to us. The scratching noise grew louder, and I realized that it was coming from the walls, not the door. The inmate's voice was barely audible

As we backed away from the cell, I stumbled over my own feet. Max caught my arm and pulled me toward the door.

The figure slowly turned to face us. Its eyes were black as coal, and its skin was deathly pale. It was an inmate, but it looked like it had been through a war. We approached the cell cautiously, our lights trained

Max and I exchanged a nervous glance. It was time to get out of there, and fast.

"You shouldn't be here," Graveyard rasped, his voice dripping with malice. As we backed away from the cell, I stumbled over my own feet

As we watched, Graveyard's eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I felt a chill run down my spine, and I knew that I was in grave danger.