Within the grim confines of The Abyss, the air hung heavy with the stench of malevolence, and every step seemed to echo the tortured whispers of its tormented denizens. The impending transfer of Tega Doherty to this hellish cauldron set the stage for a macabre dance of shadows, where the orchestrated chaos unleashed a wave of rough and secret atrocities.
In the heart of The Abyss, dead bodies began to surface like ominous specters, each discovery devoid of evidence or trace. The victims, lost souls swallowed by the abyssal darkness, became silent symbols of the unseen violence that pulsed through the veins of the prison wing. These were not ordinary deaths; they were orchestrated, calculated, leaving no breadcrumbs for the authorities to follow.
