As Dante and Marcellus entered his cell, Marcellus felt claustrophobic all of the sudden.
The room was very small, having a twin sized bed, a small corner desk that looked to barely be able to fit a piece of paper, and a bathroom with a stone bottom that accompanied a showerhead.
The Bath room had nothing to separate the rest of the room besides a wooden sliding door. In truth, it was all that bad, just small.
Marcellus sat on the bed while Dante pulled out the small chair for the desk and looked Marcellus in the eyes.
"Since it is my responsibility to get you acquiesced, I'll start with the important stuff first" Dante sighed, as he really didn't want to be the one to do this.
'The kid is missing so much information, this is going to take forever' thought Dante as Marcellus nodded his head in acceptance.
