Cameroon walked down the dark aisle with a single candle in his hand.
He looked around like a scared little cat, nothing like the spoilt little brat that described his disposition.
He actually looked like a ten year old who knew nothing about the world he was living in.
Cameroon was walking down the aisle of the most notorious prison that Clovera had. It held the most hideous criminals.
" Stuart... Mr.Stuart, are you there? " He asked when he finally reached a dead end.
He stood far away from the cells because the inmates gawking at him, made him nervous.
" Ain't no Stuart in here, boy! " One of the inmates finally spoke.
" How did a little rascal like you end up in here? Come on. Come close. Let us have a better look at your face. " Another grumpy voice giggled.
" He looks
