Correctional officers get a bad rep. But in our case, it’s fully justified. We’re not good people… We’re guard dogs. As twisted as the inmates we patrol, courtesy of the monster who created us. Prisoners ourselves on an island of manipulation, we’ve spent years drowning in vices to dull reality. If these walls could talk, I’m telling you… they’d scream. They call me Velle, but that’s Officer Chevelle to you. Hands dirtier than my mind, I have no qualms with staying ruthless to keep these creatures in line. And I’m not alone. Joy Jameson is my partner in crime, and my ex. Together we rule…
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