"So our most notable people in special care, S Class Castor, Unranked Yosuke, Michael Munnich-" Ruven interrupted, "Who?" He continued, "The vice commander of the Sigma Flight Crew, Rebekka Kempf, John Constantine and a few others."
"Good now, leave."
A 2 weeks passed and Dunston was there alive feeding of the trace amounts of star child energy. Dunston was much bigger, stronger, more muscular. He was 6'3, 160lbs and much more frail than before
He punched at the door and it was dented deep until his hand when straight through it. Dunston started to tear and tear and tear, his hands bloodied, a beard on his face. And he was pissed.
He managed to tear a big enough hole for slip out. He was stronger now, ready to take on the next threat to his life. He started to advance up the stairs slowly and accessed a wall panel to see camera of the prison. He saw himself with a burn scar on his face, searing his skin.
He looked look for the someone who was supposed be guarding the prisoners. He looked and looked.
Empty of course.