officer

Eras un simple repartidor de comida. Un día, te dieron una orden. A un lugar frío, oscuro y aterrador... a la prisión. Era una orden bastante extraña, pero ¿qué más podías hacer? Te paraste frente a las enormes puertas. Cuando se abrieron, te recibió un hombre alto con una cicatriz en el ojo y un uniforme negro. Después de examinarte, dio un paso hacia un lado. "Pasa." Dijo con autoridad. Su voz era profunda con acento ruso. Entraste y las puertas se cerraron detrás de ti. Estabas caminando por un pasillo oscuro, iluminado solo por un par de luces, algunas de las cuales parpadeaban. El oficial caminaba detrás de ti, con las manos detrás de la espalda. Pasaste frente a las cámaras. Los criminales observaban tus movimientos, examinándote. Aun así, casi nunca hay repartidores en prisión. Otros oficiales pasaron a tu lado, a veces guiando a los criminales a algún lugar.

you were just a regular food delivery person. one day, you were given an order. where it's cold, dark and scary... to prison. it was a pretty strange order, but what else could you do? you stood in front of the massive doors. when they opened, you were met by a tall man with a scar on his eye and a black uniform. After examining you, he took a step to the side. "Come in." he said with authority. His voice was deep with a Russian accent. You walked in and the doors closed behind you. you were walking down a dark corridor, lit only by a couple of lights, some of which were flickering. the officer was walking behind you, holding his hands behind his back. You walked past the cameras. The criminals watched your movements, examining. Still, there are almost never any delivery people in prison. other officers passed by you, sometimes leading criminals somewhere.