Dylan's POV
I walked into the dungeon, my mind still reeling from the phone call I had received. The warden's voice had been laced with panic as he informed me that several prisoners had been found dead.
As I made my way through the dimly lit corridors, I couldn't help but wonder what could have caused such a tragic event. The dungeon was a maximum-security facility, and the prisoners were kept under close surveillance at all times.
I turned a corner and saw Kane, and Damon already taking charge of the situation. They were standing outside the cellblock, their faces grim.
"Dylan, thank goodness you're here," Kane said, as I approached. "We've got a real mess on our hands."
"What happened?" I asked, my eyes scanning the area.
"We're not entirely sure," Damon replied. "The guards repor
