The room was dimly lit, with the only light filtering through a small, barred window high on the wall. The air was thick with a stale, damp odour, and the walls were cold, rough to the touch, painted in a dreary shade of grey.
In the corner, he sat hunched over on a narrow, metal cot. His hair was a tangled mess, and the greasy strands hung around his face. His shabby and unkempt beard concealed his features, making him look far older than his years.
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