Marcos and Kaylia
It was 3 PM on a Thursday evening. The day drew on and on with the end seemingly nowhere in sight. Being a correctional officer at the super max prison buried 3 miles under the Rocky Mountains outside of Boulder, Colorado was an extremely demanding job, even for Marcos: A raging mythological beast of a man. Standing six feet two inches at the top of his head, which was topped with a usual mess of thick dark brown hair, he resembled something that would be more at place swinging a battle axe on...