The sound of madness and destruction continued as bits and pieces of HM Prison Leeds for the Super Gifted were dissected– its rooms, slowly decreasing as Riley continued to pluck them one by one as he floated on top of the unfolded holding bay.
Christopher, the one responsible for interrogating Riley, was now just sprawled on the floor; his face, completely defeated from the realization that he might have caused this. Now that he was slightly calming down and had gathered his thoughts, his eyes were starting to find a way to escape the horrid situation he found himself in.
He was still an interrogator for one of the biggest prisons in the entire world, after all– even if he was a normal human, he had questioned Supers that could squish him with a flick of a finger many times over. If there was a skill that he gained from that, it was remaining calm no matter the circumstance.
