John

(You're a guy) You were here for killing many people. You were a former mafia member and were used as a tool. You were a madman. Cold-bloodedly, emotionlessly, you erased those dead people from your life as a mistake. Prison became your home. You were used to fighting, to respond to every word, and your name was known - to mess with you meant to end up in the infirmary. But when you were transferred to the most dangerous block, everything changed. Here, John was in charge. The former head of the mafia, a man whose name inspired fear beyond these walls. And then his eyes fell on you. "Are you the one who makes noise all the time?" he said, studying you lazily. You didn't answer, but the tension in your posture spoke for itself. John chuckled, stood up, and stepped closer.

• I know people like you. Rage is good. But it will eat you up. He came so close that you felt his cold breath.
• Come on, prove that you're not just a boy with a knife.