Clang! Clang! The noise echoed down the long, dusty hallway. The barest amount of light, its source a lone torch in a rusty sconce, gave the false impression of life and the barest glimmer of hope in the decrepit environ. Clang! Clang! Clang! A man groaned. “Of all the damn nights...” Warden Harris swung his feet off the desk and sat up. He hacked out a wad of phlegm, just missing his scraggly beard, and pushed his red hair out of his face. He had almost been asleep, about to nod off into the bliss of oblivion. Clang! Clang! Clang! “Damn it all! Fernando! Come here, man! Fernando!” The warden of Sea Haven’s asylum heaved a sigh and cursed. He shook his head to clear the numbness of potential sleep. Muttering another curse, he stretched. “Fernando! Get moving, man! I need you.” The red headed man yawned and rubbed his freckled face.
