Jailer. Ace of spades.

Ace of spades.
Jailer.
Walking through the dark and damp tunnels, Chris tried
to stay focused, but the footsteps echoed throughout the
dungeon, as if foreshadowing trouble. Suddenly, as she
turned a corner, her arm was grabbed tightly by the jailer.
His eyes were filled with anger, and his foul breath and
dirty hands, smelling of death, disgusted her.

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