@fernadorned
Sharpened claws DRAG across worn metal bars, pausing in front of the recently occupied cell. A lone alien caught squatting under their roof, a fault no doubt due in part to the ancient drafty windows; a security risk, but not one he'd thought overly important.
Until now.
"Trespasser." A near gutteral growl escapes him, eyes boring daggers. "How did you find this place?"













