Daniel clicks his tongue as he looks at the clock ticking away his sanity. His hands still pulsate blood red after a quick swing at a person he deems irrelevant. It’s definitely not thrilling experience for Daniel; he’s this close into escaping detention.

A creak on the sill bursted Daniel’s bubble as he automatically replies with a scoff on his tone thinking it was some higher authority while he looks at a painted wall.

“What do you fucking want?”