Charles's pov

The inmates and I were all gathered round the lobby area wheree were tasked with crafting materials like bags with rafia and palm trees vines.

The Television had come on and the only show that was allowed to be aired in here in the penitentiary was from the truth broadcasting station. It was a news station where, all matters related to the pack and it's political affairs were aired but unlike other days, it came on earlier than. It's air time and on the screen I watched the familiar background come into focus and my eyes widened in shock at the recognition of the guest.

What was Ohio...