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The Tower Sees
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2026-04-20 09:26:04
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Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower The Decision
CRUZ POVThe tan suit jacket feels tight across my shoulders as I stand at the window. One hour. That's all I'm giving myself to make this decision, even though I've already made it seventeen weeks ago.The yard below is empty. Lockdown after what happened with Girard this morning. My fingers drum against the glass as I stare at the eastern wall. Beyond it, the water stretches gray and endless, matching the sky.Girard. The name tastes like poison in my mouth. He's in custody now, but that's not permanent. This island is small, and his obsession with her... it's not normal. It doesn't respond to consequences the way a sane man's would. I've watched him watching her for months, and I know what that kind of fixation does in a closed population like this.And her—Red Jensen—alone in general population now that her soldier protector is dead in the corridor. She built her own protection system over seventeen weeks, using nothing but her wits and patience. Now that's gone. Every man in this
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower First Words
RED POVThe interrogation room is smaller than I expected. Cold concrete walls, a metal table bolted to the floor, two chairs. Nothing else. When Cruz walks in, his presence fills the space immediately. I've been watching him from the yard for seventeen weeks, but up close, he's different. More real. More dangerous.He sits across from me. His suit is tan, perfectly pressed. His face is serious, professional. But his eyes—they're watching me with an intensity that makes it hard to breathe evenly."Tell me what you heard," he says in English. His voice is deeper than I imagined.I've been preparing for this moment. I keep my hands flat on the table, my voice steady. "I heard a sound that woke me. It was muffled, controlled. Someone was trying not to make noise in the corridor. I couldn't tell exactly where it was coming from inside my cell."I tell him the rest of my prepared story. How I was part of the general population when the cell block opened. How I was found by guards in the ea
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower The Investigation Begins
RED POVThe guard who brought my breakfast tray at nine had a flat voice. "The commandant is conducting the investigation personally," he said, like it was just another piece of routine information.I didn't react. Just kept my hands flat on the metal table, my face blank. Inside, my mind was already working, rebuilding my escape plan for the fourth time in three hours. Seventeen weeks of planning had gone up in smoke this morning, all because Arrieta was dead in the corridor. I couldn't build on a compromised foundation, so I'd stripped everything down to the basics: the dock, the water, the Monday morning timeline. The parts that didn't depend on anyone else.Now I had a plan with one critical gap—no protection. Arrieta had been my shield, the one who could get me where I needed to go. Now I just had Voss, locked in general population, useful but limited. I still had the Monday timeline, still had the dock and the wall and the supply ship. I still had the cold determination that had
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower The Murder
RED POVThe screaming pulls everyone from their cells.That's how this place works. Always has in the seventeen weeks I've been here. Any disturbance creates a gravitational pull, and before the guards can organize, before anyone even knows what's happening, the entire population moves toward it. It's not curiosity. It's the animal instinct of prisoners who've learned that every disruption means something important is happening—something that could affect survival.I'm in the corridor with the rest before I even decide to move.This isn't a lie I'm telling myself. I was in my bunk, then I was in the corridor. The counting, the staying still, the not going out there—all that happened first. Then the commotion got loud enough that the cell doors opened, the population moved, and I moved with them. That's different from going out there. That distinction matters, and I'll be precise about it because I'm precise about everything.Two guards find me near the eastern end of the corridor with
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower The Night It Changes
RED POVFour days. That's how long the silence has been wrong.I know this the way I know every threat in this place—by collecting small details that mean nothing alone but everything together. Girard's been keeping his distance since whatever happened with the tower guards. He's shifted his routine, moved two degrees off my usual path. I used to see him at predictable intervals, but now his appearances are occasional. Careful.The kind of careful that means someone warned him off.Temporary. That's the word that keeps me awake at night. A man like Girard doesn't just stop because someone told him to. He adjusts. He finds a new angle, a new time, a new way to get what he wants. Four days of quiet isn't the quiet of someone who's given up. It's the quiet of someone who's moved his plans where I can't see them from the eastern wall.That's what I can't sleep with.So I run the escape plan instead. The way I do every night, the one thing that keeps me grounded when this prison tries to t
Red: Claimed by the Keeper in the Tower Warmth and Distance, Part Two
CRUZ POVI didn't sleep well. That's nothing new. Haven't slept well since I took this job eleven years ago, running a prison on this island. The sounds here are different, the silences heavier. I'm used to the insomnia now. I use the early morning hours for work that needs concentration—reading, correspondence, thinking.But this morning's quiet feels different.I'm sitting at my desk in the grey pre-dawn light, lamp turned low. There's a file in front of me. The yard below is dark and still. I don't open the file right away. I just sit with my hands flat on the cover, staring at the wall, thinking about twelve minutes.Twelve minutes.I've run this place for eleven years. I know what twelve minutes in an empty corridor means. I knew it last night when I watched the western block door close and started timing. The knowledge has been sitting in my chest since then, along with some feeling I can't name. Neither's going away just because I ignore them.I open the file.I read it from th
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