Inside her healing room, Moriana was in the midst of scribbling on a piece of parchment when the lights suddenly went out, plunging the room into darkness. The once serene atmosphere was now filled with flickering red lights and the blaring sound of the alarm, which almost hurt her ears.
Confusion and concern clouded Moriana's expression as she furrowed her brows, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding around her. Opening the door to her room, she was met with the startling sight of several black elites, their armor adorned with crimson red linings, running towards Cell Block D.
The pieces started to fall into place as she recalled the reaper's earlier words. He had warned her to leave the island and take a long holiday, but she had been denied permission by the warden. Now, it seemed like the reaper was making his move, breaking out of the prison.