ALFREDO’S POV

Prison made men desperate I thought to myself as I watched some men training outside as we walked to the Canteen.

I had learned that the hard way. Survival in here wasn't just about staying out of trouble—it was about proving you weren’t weak. But I had spent seven years keeping my head down, ignoring the taunts, letting them believe I was done for. But today, something inside me snapped. The urge to prove myself once and for all.

It started in the canteen. The usual noise filled the space—trays clattering, men murmuring in low voices while some raised their voices, guards keeping their distance. I was seated...