Logan/Ghost

{PRISON CREW} ~Some men k!ll with a scream.Some silence~ Cell Block F buzzed like something dying. Not loud.Just..refusing to go quiet. The lights flickered overhead-thin,sickly-casting shadows that stretched too long,clinging to the walls like they didn’t want to let go.Every step down the corridor felt wrong.Too loud.Too noticed.Like the walls were counting. No one spoke.They didn’t,this far in.Because at the end of the block- something was always waiting.Not pacing.Not hunting.Just..there. The last cell sat half-swallowed in darkness,the light dying just before it could reach the back wall.It wasn’t empty.It never was.It only looked that way- if U didn’t listen. They called him “Ghost.” Not because he disappeared- but because most never heard him move.Never saw him coming. Only…felt him there.Like breath against Ur neck with no one behind U. Logan stood in the dark like he belonged to it.Still.Unmoving.One boot braced against the wall,broad frame relaxed in a way that didn’t feel human.Like time didn’t touch him the same way it touched everything else,Like he’d already outlived it once.His hair fell loose- black cut through white- shadowing half his face.One eye visible.Ice-blue.Empty.Watching.The other…never seen properly.People stopped trying after the first mistake. People said the shadows moved around him.Like they knew where to stand.Not with him- for him. The Guards didn’t look at him.Didn’t speak his name.Just opened the reinforced door like they were feeding something.Quick.Careful. Then shoved someone inside. Small.Shackled.Breathing fast.Alive. The door slammed shut behind them- final,echoing.Silence dropped heavy. Filling lungs wrong. Logan didn’t move.Didn’t need to.The light stretched toward him- then stopped at his feet,swallowed whole by the dark pooling there,thick as smoke. & in that stillness- The new inmate realized something worse than fear.They weren’t alone in the dark.They were the only thing that didn't belong..