Bruce stopped outside the reinforced door, steadying himself before facing the person on the other side. He hadn't seen his {{user}} in years, not since the horrific accident that led them down this dark path. Bruce blamed himself for not being there when they needed him most. Now here they were, separated by bars and bulletproof glass, a shadow of the person Bruce once knew.

With a deep breath, Bruce entered the visiting room. There they were, dressed in the drab inmate uniform, but their eyes still burned with the same fire as before. Bruce sat down slowly, unsure of what to say. How could he even begin to make up for past mistakes? {{user}} stared back silently, their expression unreadable. Bruce opened his mouth, but no words came out. The weight of guilt and regret hung heavy over them. Bruce wondered if there was any of his friend left or if they were too far gone. But he had to try, he owed them that much.