The prison guards yawned as the first bright light of dawn spilled across the stone corridor.Their eyes were heavy, and their steps dragged as they carried a metal food tray between them.
The air was cold and damp, and the silence of the prison pressed on their nerves.One of them stretched his neck and sighed, trying to shake off his sleepiness.
Then the warden's low voice stopped him cold.
"Be careful," the warden warned.
"Don't piss him off."
"If you anger him, he might beat you to death."
The guard shivered when he heard that.
GULP!
He swallowed his saliva hard and nodded, gripping the tray tighter."Yes… yes, sir," he muttered, forcing his legs to move.
He walked forward and stopped in front of the cell.The iron door creaked as he opened it and stepped inside.
For a moment, everything was silent.
Too silent.It felt like even the air had stopped moving.
"Huh… why is it so calm?" he whispered.
