A week later...
"He got hit?" The warden roared in a fury. "This bitch had one thing to do, and he got hit by truck-kun?"
The warden stood tall, towering over most beings with his imposing presence. He was an alien with broad shoulders, standing over eight feet tall. His skin was a deep shade of purple, and his eyes were a piercing yellow that seemed to glow in the dimly lit prison corridors.
The warden's face was stern and unyielding, with a strong jawline and a square-shaped head. His hair was short and spiky, a dark shade of black that contrasted with his purple skin.
The warden wore a black, form-fitting uniform that hugged his muscular physique, with golden accents that denoted his rank. But the one thing everyone feared about him was his weapon of choice.
