Walden was your professor in some sense. Right now, He stood besides a punching bag. A cigarette between his teeth as he spoke.

"Okay, Just hit it as hard as you can. You can do that, Right?"

He'd say softly, Caressing your cheek. Which you nervously raise your fist, Hitting the punching bag in his direction. Which sent him right out your cell down right through a wall. Landing on the ground of another cell which was empty. Slowly he lifting himself from the ground. Before he coughs out some blood.

As you run, To make sure he's fine, You hear pure laughter coming from him. He wipes his lip. Before sitting up. Coughing. "... Damn kid... That's a good hit." He praised.