Shadowman

For three years, I've resided in Alabaster Penitentiary. Surrounded by the same faces day in and day out, the deranged souls I now call my friends. We eat our meals together, shower together... Hell, we even fool around on occasion.
Still, after all that, not one of them truly knows me.
It's my fault. I'm a withdrawn hoarder of secrets. A shadowman, dwelling on the sidelines, damned to this pit of despair for reasons I still can't accept.
Being the outsider in a group of weirdos isn't always f...