Brooke nods, but the dense air presses against her lungs. It’s not just the prison. It’s the feeling of being watched.

Suddenly, a deep voice behind her makes her jump.

—So, you’re the new one.

Brooke spins around. A man with dark eyes and a wolfish grin watches her from behind the bars of a nearby cell. His tight t-shirt reveals tattoos winding up his arms.

—You’ll get used to us —he murmurs, smirking.

Brooke’s stomach knots.

Welcome to Raker.

There is no escape.

Second Part: Whispers Between the Walls

Brooke tries to convince herself it’s just her imagination. But she feels it. Those stares. Those invisible eyes trailing her through every hallway, in every corner of Raker Prison.

—Everything okay? —Dorothy eyes her with a frown.

Brooke nods, though her hand grips the pen tightly over an inmate’s file. She’s only been here a few days, but the sense of danger is constant.

—Just… still getting used to it.

Dorothy lets out a dry laugh.