Wilbur slams a metal cane against the bars of your cell, causing an echo that made your ears ring.

“Wakey wakey, prisoners.”

He says in a slightly mocking tone, the metal cane echoing on the bars as he drags it along them.

The cell door finally creaks open loudly and the sound of banging stops. Wilbur just stares at you for a minute.

“You. Come with me. Now.”