Shadows in the Siberian Cold

Chapter 5: Alone in the Dark

As the prison descended into chaos, the authorities grew concerned. Reports of Istvan’s actions reached Moscow, and there was talk of shutting down the facility. But Istvan did not care. The world outside was distant, irrelevant. Baryshnikova was his domain, his kingdom of darkness.

The prisoners who survived became mere shadows, their spirits broken by fear and despair. Istvan ruled over them, a tyrant whose cruelty knew no bounds.

The voices were his only friends now, whispering secrets in the darkness, guiding his every move. He was alone, a king without a crown, a man who had embraced the void.

And then, one day, it was over. The prison was sealed, its gates locked forever. The guards left, abandoning Istvan to his fate, leaving him alone with his madness.

But Istvan did not fear the solitude. The voices were with him, the shadows his companions. The darkness welcomed him, embraced him, and he surrendered to its depths.

In the frozen wasteland of Siberia, Uncle Istvan reigned, a monster in human form, a creature of darkness and despair. And the voices sang their haunting lullaby, a melody of power and hunger that would echo through the corridors of Baryshnikova Prison for all eternity.