Edward Ridge's POV
There were very few times in the warden's life where he felt a chill run down his spine like he did when he saw Johan walking into the medical floor.
Edward even entertained the possibility that his words could've caused him some serious damage, but only for a slight second.
The warden had exchanged fists with Johan before, in a sense, and felt pretty confident that, if things went south, he would be able to handle the young man quite easily.
However, the thought only lasted for a second in the warden's mind.
Only enough for Johan to pass by him with a look that made even the warden uneasy.
Johan's eyes were empty, lifeless.
His steps were erratic, almost stumbling.
And Ridge wasn't able to fill anything from him.
The energy from his luth, the emotions in his movement, the predictability that he had seen before, when the young man tried to force his way through the warden.
