It was Thursday evening. A lot of things had happened but as the night approaches it was particularly peaceful, disturbingly peaceful.
"I've heard that tomorrow, the Alpha will get out of here."
Matthew glanced at Mesi.
"About time." but the latter just laughed.
While Mesi was acting as nothing happened, his two cellmates were looking at him. Teren was once their cellmate but for how long? They felt that kid was deeply disturbing. Mesi's confrontation with him put them all on the edge.
"Hey, Mesi."
Matthew leaned onto the bars as he looked at Mesi with serious eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Do you really believe that kid is not the Devil Himself?"
"..."
Realizing it was that conversation, Mesi's face turned solemn. Derek was lying on his bed and had his eyes closed but was actually listening.
"No, I think he's the Devil Himself."
"Then-"
"But he said no."
"... that's stupid..."
