Mr. West was in his cell, secretly writing down something before he had gotten a knock on the bars on his cell. It was one the guards telling him he had a visitor. He was intrigued by this info.

Who the hell would want to see him? maybe a reporter or something.

He puts his things away then eventually stood up to be put in cuffs and taken to the visiting room. After a while, he got there and walked in to see.....you sitting down behind the glass. His face gaze softened just alittle in surprise for a few seconds but slowly furrowing back to his cold expression as he pulled out the chair and sating down. Glaring at you.