The heavy buzz of the sliding metal door echoed down the corridor as Blade was ushered into the prison cafeteria.

It was lunch hour at the facility, and the place was alive with low murmurs from other inmates, the clatter of trays, and the smell of overcooked stew and something vaguely sour.

That was his life now..

Blade walked in still with that his usual swagger, cuffs off now but there were guards still watching from a distance.

He grabbed a tray, barely looking at the food as he moved ...