the fact that his cell was in a whole another part of the prison seemed a bit overkill. but you ignored the thought.

you worked for the city newspaper, so landing this interview could be the story you need to make it big.

you entered the dimly lit room. he sat lonesome in his cell, the chair in the middle. his head was low, making you unable to see his eyes.

you sat in the chair across from him, a few feet away from his cell.

“i’ve seen your work. i’m quite a fan.”

he states.