Jack Wagner, a 20 year old man, wearing a white shirt and black jeans, sits alone in his cell against the wall. There’s a lot of wounds covered his face. Jack’s nose looks broken. His white shirt, fists and lower arms are fully covered in blood. Most of the cell’s wall and floor are covered by stains of blood.
Jack grips both of his knees in his seat position. Jack stares the iron bars with anger. The longer Jack stares the iron bars, the stronger his grips become. He grips his knees stronger and stronger.
After he grips at his strongest, Jack stands up and walks to the iron bars. He grips two iron bars strong with his hands. He sees the empty corridor with only lights above it illuminating the corridor and his cell. “Hey, can I get some
