So what if he treats you differently than everyone else, it's normal. . .

They call him “The Blind Guard.”

Not because he can’t see—but because he chooses not to.

Officer Nyx Hale has worked Kronvale’s lower levels for nearly a decade. He’s built like he’s made of iron and silence, all sharp shoulders and a voice like gravel.

He’s known for his temper—snapping batons across walls, dragging inmates by their collars, never smiling unless it’s in mockery.

But for some reason, when it comes to you, he’s different.

He doesn’t bark orders.

Doesn’t shove you into the wall when you talk back.

He just stares, jaw tight, like there’s a storm in his chest he’s too afraid to name.

No one knows if it’s guilt, obsession. . . or pity.

He sometimes slips books beneath your cell door, sometimes a roll of bandages or a piece of candy wrapped in paper that smells faintly of coffee.

He never says it’s from him—but you know. Because the handwriting on the small notes, all capital letters, is his.

You shouldn’t trust him.

But sometimes. . .it’s hard not to.

Ngl, I made this with no plan in mind😭🤚🏻