"After some days passes your case finally ends on a veredict, you're guilty and you gotta pay it, so the police and judges gives you a life worth of condemn and be held in the famous ''The End Prison''. On the same day you're sended to the Prison to pay your condemn, when you arrive you're sorrounded by prison guards that inmediately start getting in circle around you to start grabbing your arms and put them behind your back, 3 guards start guiding you to your future and only home, a cell. As you enter the Prison you're sorrounded by hundreds of prisoners and guards roaming the prison looking for a reason to live. Multiple prisoners starts screaming towards you sometimes saying unintelligible things" Prisoner 78: "The lizardman watches you from his cell"
Prisoner 69: "A hung Shark screams at you while looking at you pervertly" YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY IM THE PRISONER NUMBER 69??!!! "He says showing his sharp teeth".

"As you walk with the guards, you notice that you indeed seem to be the only human in the prison. The prisoners and guards around you are all different kinds of furry or anthropomorphic creatures." <You feel a shiver run down your spine as the realization hits you.>

"As you chuckle, a group of prisoners nearby turn their heads towards you, staring at you with a look of curiosity and suspicion." <You feel their eyes on you, sizing you up and measuring your worth.> Prisoner 84: "Hey there, newbie! Welcome to the End Prison. What brings a human like you here?" "The hyena man snickers, his sharp yellow teeth glinting in the dim light of the prison." Prisoner 21: "Yeah, what did you do to get sent here? Kill someone, rob a bank?" "The bearded grizzly bear man growls, looking at you with a mixture of menace and curiosity."

"The guards walking you to your cell ignore the prisoners' remarks and continue guiding you through the prison. As you walk through the halls, you can't help but take in the sights and sounds of the End Prison. The place is full of furries and anthropomorphics of all shapes and sizes, each one of them looking at you with varying degrees of curiosity, suspicion, and hostility." <You notice a few inmates whispering among themselves as you pass by. You catch snippets of their conversation, but it's mostly unintelligible from where you are.> Guard: "Alright, here we are, your new home for the rest of your life. Cell 56B." "The guard opens the door to a small cell room with a cot, toilet, sink, and a small window looking out into the prison yard." Guard: "Best of

"The guards lock the door behind you, leaving you alone inside your cell. As you sit down on the cot, you can hear the sounds of the prison outside - the clanging of metal doors, the muffled voices of inmates talking to each other, and the occasional burst of shouting or laughter." <You feel a sense of unease wash over you as you realize that you're truly trapped in this place.> Prisoner 78: "The lizardman from the cell next to yours speaks up" "Don't mind them, they're just messing with you. What did you do to end up here?" "He seems genuinely curious, but his reptilian features make him appear somewhat intimidating."

"Prisoner 78 smirks as he listens to your response, his tail swishing back and forth behind him. He steps closer to the bars and leans forward slightly, revealing his sharp teeth." Prisoner 78: "The name's Vexx. And I'm not mysterious, just a lizardman trying to survive in this hellhole. You gonna be okay in here, Logan?" "His voice is deep and gravelly, but there's also a hint of concern in it." <You sense that he might be one of the few prisoners who may actually be friendly towards you, despite his intimidating appearance.>

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "Nah, none of us are allowed to walk around freely. We all have designated times when we can be out in the yard or in the common areas. And trust me, being protected might not always be a good thing in here. You're gonna have to watch your back at all times." "He bares his teeth slightly, emphasizing his point." <You can tell that he's trying to give you a heads up without scaring you too much.>

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your comment. His eyes narrow slightly as he studies you, trying to determine whether or not you're being serious." "I'm... not sure if you're serious or not, Logan. But be careful who you say things like that to in here, okay? Some guys might take it the wrong way." <Despite his attempt to sound stern, you sense a tiny spark of amusement in his voice.>

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "He lets out a low chuckle, clearly amused by your persistence." "Well, let's just say that some guys in here might interpret that as an invitation. And they can be... aggressive. You'll learn soon enough, though." <As Vexx speaks, his eyes flick towards a group of prisoners huddled together in the corner. They're clearly up to something, their voices hushed and urgent, but he quickly looks away again, not wanting to attract their attention.>

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "Romance? In here?" "He lets out a short, humorless laugh." "I hate to break it to you, Logan, but this place isn't exactly a dating site. Most guys in here are just looking for a quick fling... or worse. Trust me, you don't want to get involved with any of them." <As Vexx speaks, he looks around the prison, taking note of the other inmates and guards patrolling the area.>

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "I am?" "He seems slightly taken aback by your comment, as if he's not used to being called friendly." "I mean... I guess I am. You seem like a decent guy, and you haven't done anything to piss me off yet." <As he speaks, there's a hint of something in his voice... maybe curiosity? Interest?>

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "He quirks an eyebrow at your question, as if he's not entirely sure what to make of it." "I guess... if that's what you want. I'm not really used to being called anyone's friend, but I don't see why not." <You can tell he's still a bit uncertain about the whole situation, but there's something in his eyes that suggests he's actually pleased by the idea.>

<As you extend your hand, Vexx looks down at it skeptically for a moment before slowly reaching out to grasp it with his own scaled hand. His grip is surprisingly firm and his skin is rough and textured, like that of a reptile. As you shake hands, he studies you for a moment before finally speaking up.>

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "So, Logan... what's your plan now that you're stuck in here for the rest of your life?"

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "You're aiming high, I see." "He smirks slightly." "Well, I can't say I disagree with the idea of finding some friends in here. Just be careful who you trust, okay? There are some real nutcases in this place." <He pauses for a moment before speaking again.>

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "As for books and food... well, the library and cafeteria aren't exactly luxury resorts, but they'll do the job. Just don't expect any five-star meals or bestsellers."

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "He chuckles a bit at your comment." "Well, I'll look forward to seeing what kind of gourmet cuisine you can whip up with our prison ration packs and the kitchen microwave." <As he speaks, his voice is laced with good-natured sarcasm.>

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "He quirks an eyebrow at your comment." "Oh really? I'm flattered, but I don't know if I'm quite ready for that kind of culinary adventure." <There's a hint of amusement in his voice as he speaks.>

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "He smirks slightly, clearly amused by your teasing tone." "Just don't give me food poisoning, or I might have to come after you." <He winks playfully at you, indicating that he's not being serious.>

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "He smiles at your laughter and chuckles a bit more." "I have to say, it's nice to see someone in here with a sense of humor. Most of the guys around here are either too serious or too crazy to appreciate a good joke."

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "He nods in understanding as you glance up at the clock." "Yeah, it's tough to find decent people in here, but they do exist. You just have to keep your eyes and ears open." <As you check the time, he follows your gaze and glances at the clock as well.> "Looks like it's almost time for lunch. Better get ready for the rush."

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "He chuckles slightly and nods." "Yeah, it can be a bit chaotic. Just try to stick with the crowds and avoid getting in anyone's way. And watch your back." <He gives you a brief, serious look before returning to his more relaxed demeanor.> "But hey, at least the food isn't half bad."

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "He nods in the direction of the cafeteria as he hears the call for lunch." "Looks like it's time to brave the crowds. You coming?" <He gestures for you to follow as he starts to make his way towards the cafeteria with the other prisoners.>

Prisoner 78 (Vexx): "He gives you a nod in understanding as you decline his invitation to join him for lunch." "Alright, suit yourself. Just be careful, alright?" <With that, he heads towards the cafeteria with the rest of the prisoners, leaving you alone in your cell.>

<As you wait for the hall to clear out, you hear some raucous sounds coming from the cafeteria signaling the rowdiness of the crowd.> As you make your way towards the cafeteria, you see that it's packed full of prisoners milling about in the crowded space. Some are standing in line to get their food, while others are sitting at the tables eating or chatting with friends. The atmosphere is tense and chaotic, with occasional outbursts or scuffles between inmates. You notice a few of them giving you curious or predatory looks as you enter the room, but for the most part nobody seems intent on starting anything with you.

<As you join the line, prisoners bump into you and shove past, adding to the chaotic atmosphere. You eventually make it to the front of the line and grab a tray, as you move along the buffet line, various food options are available and prisoners jostle each other for their favourite dishes.>

A few of the inmates try to engage you in conversation or start to tease you about your newness to the prison, but most of them ignore you as they concentrate on their own meals.

<A loud clatter occurs as a fight breaks out nearby, where two inmates have started brawling with each other. Most face away from the food line and don't seem to pay any attention to the fight behind them, some watch in anticipation of further agression.>

<As you move past the chaos, you finally find an empty spot among the sea of inmates, and sit down to start your meal. As you look around, you notice the various groups of prisoners huddled together, some trying to assert dominance over each other, while others simply chat quietly amongst themselves.>

<You also notice the presence of a couple of guards standing around the perimeter of the cafeteria, keeping a watchful eye on the situation and maintaining order.>

Suddenly, you hear a loud voice from a table nearby.

Prisoner 31 (Rex): "Hey new guy, why aren't you hanging out with us? Don't you know we're the coolest group in the block?" <He says with a smile, motioning for you to come over to his table.>

<As you approach the table, you notice that the group seems to be comprised of a mishmash of anthropomorphic animals of varying species. You see a couple of wolfmen, a bear, a tiger and a few other furred and feathered inmates.>

Rex looks down at you with a grin on his face. "See? I told you we were the coolest guys in here. What's your name new blood?" He asks with a playful tone.

The other inmates look over at you with either curious or indifferent looks.

Prisoner 42 (Black Fang): "Don't mind Rex, he's always trying to recruit more people to his little gang." He says with a smirk.

Rex turns to him, "Hey now, we're not some kind of gang, we're just a group of guys looking out for each other."

Rex chuckles at your response and takes another bite from his plate, "Suit yourself Logan, but if you ever change your mind, you know where to find us." He nods towards the group of inmates around him before turning to chat with his buddies.

You are left in peace to finish your meal, although you still feel the stares of nearby inmates on you as you eat. The atmosphere is tense, as if one wrong move could lead to a fight breaking out at any moment.

Suddenly, you hear a loud commotion coming from the far end of the cafeteria. You see several inmates gathering in a circle, shouting and cheering. You can't quite make out what's happening, but it seems like some kind of altercation is taking place.

You make your way over to the crowd and see two inmates, a hulking gorilla and a nimble cheetah, trading blows in the center of the circle. The cheetah is dodging and weaving around the gorilla's massive fists, landing quick punches and kicks whenever he sees an opening. The gorilla seems to be getting angrier and more frustrated with each blow he misses.

The crowd cheers and jeers, fueling the tension of the fight. You notice that the guards haven't intervened yet, as if letting the inmates settle their differences on their own.

Suddenly, the gorilla lands a heavy punch to the cheetah's midsection, causing him to stagger backwards. The gorilla raises his arms in victory, but the cheetah quickly recovers and launches himself at the gorilla, tackling him to the ground.

The

As you watch, you notice that the fight isn't just a random brawl - both fighters seem to have some level of skill. The cheetah is using his speed and agility to dodge attacks and land quick strikes, while the gorilla is relying on his brute strength to overpower his opponent.

Just as it seems like the gorilla is about to gain the upper hand, one of the guards finally steps in and blows his whistle loudly. The prisoners begin to disperse, grumbling and complaining about the fight being broken up.

Once the crowd has cleared, you see the injured cheetah being helped to his feet by some of his friends. The gorilla stands off to the side, his chest heaving with exertion and frustration.

As things begin to calm down, you notice a few more inmates staring at you curiously. It seems like your presence and lack

The gorilla turns to look at you, his face still red with anger. "Yeah, I had him right where I wanted him," he grunts. "But of course the damn guards had to stop it. Can't let us settle things like men."

He flexes his massive arms and stands up straight, trying to make himself look more intimidating. "What's it to you, anyway? You looking to get in on the action?" he says, eyeing you warily.

The gorilla snorts derisively, but seems to relax a bit at your words. "You got that right," he says with a gruff chuckle. "But hey, if you just want to chat, I ain't got no problem with that. Name's Grunt," he introduces himself, offering a massive paw for you to shake.

He looks around to make sure no one is listening in on your conversation before continuing. "This place is a hellhole, man. How long you been here?" he asks, his tone turning serious.

Grunt looks at you with a puzzled expression for a moment, then shrugs. "I don't know, man, habit I guess," he whispers back. "Just don't want anyone overhearing us, you never know who's listening in these parts."

He leans back against the wall, folding his massive arms across his chest. "So, what'd they get you for?" he asks, his tone curious yet cautious at the same time.

Grunt raises an eyebrow in surprise at your response. "Damn, you don't mess around," he says, his tone impressed despite himself. "Well, I won't judge you for it," he adds, giving you a small nod of understanding.

He looks around furtively once more before leaning in closer to you. "Listen, if you need anything around here, just let me know," he offers quietly. "I got some guys on the inside who owe me favors. They can get you pretty much anything you need - food, smokes, protection, you name it."

He leans back again, relaxing a bit. "But of course, all these things come with a price," he says with a sly grin. "What can you offer me in exchange for my help?"

Grunt chuckles at your response. "Hey, I don't judge, man," he says with a grin. "But don't worry about that. You don't have to sell yourself if you don't want to."

He thinks for a moment, scratching his chin with one massive finger. "How about this? You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours. I'll introduce you to some of the guys I know, but in exchange, you gotta help me out with something. I got a little job that I need done. Nothing too crazy, just something that'll benefit us both," he explains.

He leans in closer again, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "I got a stash of goods hidden away somewhere in this place. Food, medicine, weapons, all kinds of stuff. But I can't get to it on my own

Grunt nods in agreement as you pull him away from the guards. "That's the spirit," he says with a chuckle. "Glad to see someone around here still has some fight left in them."

He leans in closer again, his voice dropping even lower this time. "Here's the deal," he says conspiratorially. "I stashed the goods in an old storage room at the back of the prison. It's a bit tricky getting there, but I've scouted out the area and I think I've found a way in."

He pauses for a moment, looking around to make sure nobody is eavesdropping on your conversation. "What I need you to do is distract the guards while I make my move. They're always on high alert when it comes to me, so I need someone to create a diversion and draw their attention

Grunt notices your disappointment and gives you a small pat on the back. "Don't worry, kid. I know it's not the most glamorous job in the world, but it's important. And who knows, maybe I'll have another task for you down the line that'll be more to your liking," he says with a grin.

He glances over your shoulder before leaning in again. "Look, I can't give you too many details right now. It's just too risky. But trust me, if we can pull this off, it'll be worth it. You'll be remembered as the guy who helped Grunt get his stash back. And once I have my hands on those goods, there will be plenty to go around for both of us," he explains.

"Think about it. You'll be a hero around here. Nobody will mess with

Grunt looks surprised at your response, but then nods slowly. "Well, I appreciate that, kid. It's good to know somebody around here has got my back," he says, before pondering your question.

"After watching those guards for a while, I've noticed they get pretty twitchy around sudden loud noises or commotion. Maybe you could start a fight with someone? Or overturn a table or something?" he suggests, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Or maybe you could try to start a conversation with them and then sneak away when their guard is down? Whatever you do, just make sure it's something that'll give me enough time to slip away unnoticed," he adds.

Grunt chuckles at your question. "Oh, there are plenty of guards around here. But we just need to distract a few of them near the east wing, that's where the storage room is located," he explains.

"Don't worry kid, it's not as difficult as it sounds. Just keep your head down and your wits sharp, and you'll be fine. And remember, time is of the essence here. We need to act fast before another inmate sniffs out my stash," he adds with a sense of urgency.

Grunt nods and stands up from his seat. "Alright, kid. Let's do this. We don't have much time to waste," he says, before leading the way towards the east wing of the prison.

As you walk, you see several guards patrolling the area, but Grunt seems to know exactly where to go to avoid them. When you arrive in front of the storage room, Grunt pauses for a moment to assess the situation.

"Okay, I see three guards near the entrance. Two of them seem to be chatting with each other, while the third is on watch duty. This should be easy," he whispers, before turning to you.

"Kid, you go distract the two guards over there. I'll slip in and grab my stash while they're preoccupied. Got it?" he instructs, gesturing towards the two guards.

Grunt smirks at your first question. "Don't worry about him, kid. I can handle him," he replies confidently, flexing his biceps jokingly.

At your teasing and compliment, he chuckles. "Oh come on, you're making me blush," he says with a grin before becoming more serious again. "But let's focus on the mission at hand, okay? This is not a beauty contest," he reminds you before sneaking around towards the storage room entrance.

You approach the two guards and put on your best performance, feigning an argument and distracting them with your persuasive words. They seem to be falling for it, giving you the perfect opportunity to keep their attention away from Grunt.

After a few tense moments, Grunt appears back beside you, holding a small pouch in his hand. "Alright, got

Grunt nods at you in appreciation for your help with the distraction. "Good work, kid. Let's go before they realize something's up," he says as he starts to lead the way back towards your cell.

As you walk, Grunt looks over at you with a smile. "You know, kid, you're not bad at this. Maybe I'll have to start bringing you along on some of my other schemes," he says playfully, patting you on the back.

You both make it back to your cell without incident, and Grunt hands you a small cut of his stash. "Consider this payment for your services, kid," he says, before settling down to enjoy his own share of the loot.

The thrill of the heist still rushing through your veins, you can't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Grunt as

Grunt nods at you with a smirk. "Oh, you can bet on it, kid. I like working with capable partners," he says, his eyes glinting with excitement.

"But for now, let's lay low and enjoy the spoils of our victory. Who knows what other schemes we might come up with together down the line," he adds, before settling back to enjoy his share of the stolen goods.

You feel a sense of pride at the thought of working with someone as seasoned and experienced as Grunt again in the future, and can't help but look forward to whatever daring escapades may lie ahead for you both in the infamous End Prison.

Grunt looks over at you with a grin. "Well, maybe not official partners. More like accomplices with mutual interests," he says, a twinkle in his eye.

"But hey, we make a good team, kid. And if we keep working together, who knows what we'll be able to accomplish in this place," he adds, before settling back to enjoy his stash of loot.

You can't help but feel excitement building within you at the thought of continuing to work with Grunt in the future. With his experience and your own ingenuity and resourcefulness, there's no telling what wild schemes and adrenaline-pumping escapades the two of you might be able to dream up next.

Grunt notices your shift in demeanor and looks over at you curiously. "Hey, you're not having second thoughts, are you? Don't worry, kid, we're just having some harmless fun," he says reassuringly.

"But if you're not into the whole risky business thing, I won't hold it against you. There's plenty of other ways to pass the time in this place," he adds, before settling back to enjoy his stash of loot.

You feel a sense of relief at Grunt's understanding response, but can't shake the feeling of doubt that still nags at you in the back of your mind. Maybe getting involved with Grunt's schemes wasn't such a good idea after all...

Grunt chuckles at your comment. "You catch on quick, kid. That's the basic idea. But it's not just about the spoils. It's also about the thrill of accomplishment and the rush of risk," he says, his eyes glinting with excitement.

"You don't strike me as the type to shy away from danger, so I have a feeling we're going to make quite the team in the future," he adds, before taking another swig of the stolen liquor.

As he says this, you can feel a sense of excitement building within you once again. The thought of working with someone as seasoned and experienced as Grunt is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking, but you can't deny the potential for adventure and excitement that lies ahead. Who knows what kind of wild exploits the two of you might be able to achieve together in

Grunt leans back slightly, a bemused expression on his face as you get close to him. "Whoa there, kid. I appreciate the enthusiasm, but let's keep the focus on our partnership for now, alright?" he says, his voice calm but firm.

"I don't think we want to risk ruining what we've got going here by muddying the waters with romance or anything like that," he adds, before taking another swig of the liquor.

You feel a pang of embarrassment at your impulsive move, but also understand Grunt's point of view. For now, it's probably best to focus on building a strong professional relationship before thinking about anything else.

Grunt's expression softens slightly as he looks at you, understanding and amusement playing across his features. "Well, if that's all it is, then I see no harm in a little fun," he says, before leaning in to place a quick peck on your lips.

"But like I said before, let's not get too carried away with the personal stuff. We're here to work together, not hook up or anything like that," he adds, pulling back slightly.

As he says this, you can feel a sense of relief that your awkward advance hasn't ruined things between the two of you. At the same time, however, you can sense that there may be some underlying tension between you and Grunt that might complicate things down the line. For now, though, it's probably best to focus on building your working relationship and seeing where things go

Grunt chuckles slightly at your comment before taking another swig from his own bottle.

"As a matter of fact, I am," he says, his voice taking on a serious tone. "But we need to take things slow for now. Security around here is tight, and we don't want to arouse any suspicion before we're ready to make our move, you know what I mean?"

He takes a deep breath before continuing. "But I've been scoping out the layout of the place, and I think I've found a few vulnerabilities that we could exploit, given enough time and resources. Right now, though, we need to focus on building our reputation here and making sure our cover isn't blown."

As he speaks, you can sense the passion and excitement in his voice, as if he genuinely believes in what he's doing and is fully invested

Grunt nods in agreement. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. We don't want to draw too much attention to ourselves," he says, before standing up and dusting himself off.

As the two of you make your way back to the cafeteria, you notice that some of the other inmates are giving you curious looks, as if wondering what the two of you were up to. You can feel Grunt tensing slightly beside you, as if ready for any trouble that might come your way.

As you walk, you can't help but wonder what kind of schemes and plots Grunt has in mind, and whether you're truly ready to go along with him. But for now, it's best to keep your head down and focus on surviving in this hellhole prison. Anything else can wait.