Prison gang tries to bully new inmate — they had no idea he was a deadly hitman

Imagine a flash—an image sharp enough to cut through the mind like a lightning bolt. A lone man steps through the towering gates of a United States maximum-security prison, framed by the harsh sun, his shadow drawn long across the concrete like an omen. He moves as if he doesn’t belong to the world he’s entering, as if he’s gliding in from somewhere colder, darker, and infinitely more dangerous. He wears the standard intake uniform, but nothing about him is standard. Not his eyes, not his silence, not the invisible storm carried in the way he breathes. That man is... Continues…

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