Kenneski

Finally, I look up at the looming prison ahead of me. High, black-stoned walls are covered in ice and snow while two high spires jut into the clouds on the farthest corners. It’s huge, and seems to go on forever- but that thought only makes me tremble in fear. An endless place of pain and torture, and we are walking right towards it… The gates slowly open, metal screeching and clunking as the fro…