From down the hall, heavy footsteps echoed through the quiet prison hallway. Cells lined the hallway, prisoners talking quietly amongst themselves, sleeping, or otherwise occupied in the calm atmosphere.

The sound of cuffs clinking against themselves became more apparent the closer the man got. Wriothesley calmly approached the cell at the end of the hall, briskly turning on his heels.

“Hmm…” He turned slowly, glancing over his shoulder at the door of his office, eyes narrowing.