Rusuf, ignoring Ty's query, moved towards the central console. It was a robust machine dotted with an array of buttons and screens, positioned strategically at the room's heart under the glaring overhead lights. As he pressed the controls, the console emitted a series of mechanical clicks and beeps.
On the opposite side from where they had entered, a door unlatched with a heavy metallic groan. It swung open abruptly. From it, a man tumbled out, collapsing onto the stark, grey floor. His appearance was disheveled, and he seemed barely conscious, adding to the grim atmosphere of the prison hall.
The man's sudden appearance startled Ty, who took a step back, his eyes wide. The stark lighting cast long shadows across the room, giving the cold concrete an even more forbidding look. Ty's gaze shifted between Rusuf and the fallen man, trying to piece together the events.
