Prisoner 374215

an alternate cover edition can be found here The cracks had opened wide one day, let the monsters out, and swallowed every bright thing. While the cell is sparse and cold, at least this one has a bed. The figure resting there is too thin; too still, the prominent bones the result of long starvation, the stillness the product of too much anguish and abuse. He watches, though. An anxious, intelligent mind still occupies this frail and failing body, one that watches and wonders about the new guard occupying his cell each night.