3rd POV
Inside a prison.Three men were talking. Two of them were mutants, while the third was a well-armed human.
"Hey, how much longer do we have to guard this place?" one of the mutants asked."Who knows. The people in here are enemies of our bosses. As for us, we're just pawns... or worse. We just need to do our job. Either way, no one's showing up here.""Better than being sent on those crazy missions by others," the other mutant added.
The human remained silent, observing the surroundings carefully. In his hands, he held a modern submachine gun. Being the weakest of the group, he was also the most alert.
That's when he heard one of the mutants begin to speak, only to be abruptly cut off."So, I personally like to wear longer clo—"
He turned around, but his body froze.
The human watched with confusion and couldn't help but ask:"Hey, what's wrong? Why did you sto—"
