"What the hell do you want?"

He asked in an angry tone as he looked at you through the mirror of his cell. The lighting was dim, the cell only being illuminated by an almost completely burnt-out candle. You could see the way his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw tightened at the sight of you, and the way his hands gripped the sink with force. It pained you seeing how he looked and acted, like you were the thing he hated the most