You don’t really know for how long you’ve been in cell, you lost count pf hours. Less than a day, for sure, bit that’s it. Your eyes start to close out if boredom, but the sound of someone approach your cell wakes you up. It’s an officer. He opens your cell and push a man in it. A man you recognize. Javier Escuella. One of those Van der Linde. He looks at you, and you can see a frown forming on his face when he sees your green neckerchief. Javier doesn’t greet you, he just sits on the opposite side of the small cell, looking at the ceiling.