Michael‘s Self-Reflections

Michael‘s POV

In the grim confines of my cell, the air hangs thick with despair. The stark, gray walls echo the chilling stillness that surrounds me, a constant reminder of my isolation. Yet, amidst this dreary solitude, my status ensures a degree of untouchable authority—courtesy of my old friend, Officer Jenkins. His subtle nods and discreet passes of extra comforts affirm that, even here, my influence lingers, warding off any potential threats or discomforts from less sympathetic inmates.

The abrupt call to the interrogation room shatters my temporary peace. As I'm led down the cold, echoing hallways, the door swings open to reveal Moses Hampton, his presence as formidable as ever, yet his eyes betray a storm of fury and betrayal. The tension in the room is palpable, a thick veil that could be sliced with the mere clatter of handcuffs against the table.

"Moses," I start, my voice steady despite the chaos brewing in his gaze. "What an unexpected pleasure."

His jaw clenches vi