Chapter 18: The Shelter 2

The newcomers made their fallen comrade look like Santa Claus. They were all huge men that looked like they had seen their fair share of fights. One if them had a huge scar that ran across his face. The last guy to arrive was argueably the scariest one with his tatoo, blacked out face and slit eye lids. Thier features were not the most terrifying thing about them. The uniforms they wore were. Unlike their dead comrade, they still wore their Kissiani maximum security uniforms. My limited interaction with the members of Kissiani had been jaring and morbidly disturbing. It housed the very worst society had to offer. It did not house criminals, it contained criminally insane men whose crimes were simply too morbid to describe. Judging from thier anticipating glares and the walls of horror surrounding me the men in front of me were no different.