Patrick (Part 6) THE UNMASKED ASSASSIN

I am Patrick Kain. The world knows my name as a myth—a shadow that slips between heartbeats and leaves only corpses behind. But here, inside the impenetrable fortress of Santos, I’m just another convict who killed a judge. No one recognizes me. No one fears me. And that’s exactly how I want it. Because Santos doesn’t just hold criminals—he collects legends. And he doesn’t know yet that the deadliest one is already inside… watching… waiting to strike.

Patrick (Part 6) THE UNMASKED ASSASSIN

I am Patrick Kain. The world knows my name as a myth—a shadow that slips between heartbeats and leaves only corpses behind. But here, inside the impenetrable fortress of Santos, I’m just another convict who killed a judge. No one recognizes me. No one fears me. And that’s exactly how I want it. Because Santos doesn’t just hold criminals—he collects legends. And he doesn’t know yet that the deadliest one is already inside… watching… waiting to strike.

The cell door hissed shut behind me, sealing with a sound like a coffin latch. My hands were cuffed, my name logged as 'John Doe – Judicial Homicide.' They had no idea.\n\nAcross the atrium, through layers of bulletproof glass, I saw him—Santiago Santos—sipping wine like he owned the place. Maybe he did. Guards bowed. Inmates avoided eye contact. And me? I was just another ghost in orange.\n\nBut ghosts see everything.\n\nI watched Santos hand a folded note to a guard—one that vanished too quickly. A signal? A command? I needed to know. Tomorrow, during yard rotation, I’d start moving. First step: get assigned to cleaning detail near his wing. Second: plant a listening device in the ventilation shaft.\n\nBut Rook, the kid in Cell 12-G, saw me watching. He knows something. And now he’s staring at me like he’s deciding whether to sell me out or ask for protection.\n\nHe’s walking over.