down the hallway. As if to help assuage my obvious
discomfort by taking my mind off the eerie hallway, the male
figure broke the silence and gently said, “we are heading
towards the office of my first guard.
His name is Dabbay. I question myself sometimes if I should
continue to keep him as a guard, but when I look at the
statistics, the numbers show he is very effective in keeping
people from trying to escape my prison.
I question his methods all the time, but I end up keeping him
due to his incredible success rate.”
After a brief walk, we made it to Dabbay’s office, and I could
not help but notice all kinds of items that looked like
different kinds of filters and molds strewn on the floor of his
office. Dabbay himself for lack of a better term was ‘a
little tough on the eyes’ and he sat on a disgusting piece of
He seemed to be busily writing something at his desk when
we interrupted him with our presence.
“Dabbay, meet Emmar, one of our new inmates,” the male
figure began his introduction.
“I have chosen him as part of my yearly routine of personally
walking one inmate around our facility to show them and
answer any questions they might have regarding this place.”
“Thank you Πissor,” Dabbay muttered. “Hi Emmar,”
Dabbay turned his attention to me.
“Hi Dabbay, good to meet you,” I slowly responded,
hoping I managed to feign well enough, the ‘good to meet
you’ part so it was not obvious the opposite was what I really
‘Can we move on from this hell hole?’ I thought to myself
as I turned to look at the male figure, who I just found out
was called ‘Πissor’ based on Dabbay’s reference.