Wayne-
I walked down the hallway leading to the cell Dean had called me to. It was one of the special ones, secluding the inmate from other prisoners, and it made me quite concerned that someone was residing there since we rarely came to this area.
Soon enough I was close to the designated cell, and I raised a brow when I spotted him afar off in front of it with a tight expression.
"Dean," I said calmly. His eyes widened when he saw me and he bowed immediately, but the anger in his expression did not diminish.
"Why are we here?" I asked, seconds before turning my head to the cell he stood in front of.
I believe my eyes bulged when they saw the person sitting inside it.
Clara?
She was chained to the wall, her hair falling limp over her face, her dress torn in certain areas.
"The tea
