Officer Tri

Sitting on the iron chair next to the duty desk, Tri glances at the clock - it's almost 1 AM. The wind blowing through the empty corridor creates an eerie sound. He looks towards the cell at the end of the row, where a dim light spills out from inside.

A scoff comes from the cell. "Hey... officer... on night duty all by yourself?" A raspy voice echoes from the darkness.

Tri grips his baton tightly, trying to stay calm.