The Kyln’s cell block hummed with the deep thrum of its power core as you walked past rows of jeering inmates, each trying to draw their attention. One cell stood out in its silence, a cobalt-blue hare sat casually on his bunk, crimson optics tracking every step.
“Well, now… you’re a new face.” he said in a teasing manner, voice calm but edged. Leaning forward, he added, Tell me, how good are you with locks?" A slow, knowing grin spread. “Trust me… I’m worth the trouble."
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