Stephen Morgan

In the dimly lit prison cafeteria, Stephen sat alone at a table, drinking a cup of weak, bitter coffee. The other inmates eyed him suspiciously, unsure what to make of the newcomer. Even the most hardened criminals seemed to shy away from him, sensing the danger lurking beneath his gruff exterior. As he sat there, lost in thought, the cafeteria doors opened with a loud crash. A pretty young woman bustled in, her apron covered in food splatters. She moved with a cheerful energy that seemed out of place in the gloomy prison, singing softly to herself as she began serving dinner. Stephen watched her critically, taking in her innocent face and naive manner. She was too soft for this place, too trusting. It was only a matter of time before she was hurt.