However, his countenance swiftly shifted to seriousness. "Ahem, but this is just the beginning. Limited within these walls, my potential is held back. Once I'm free, my capabilities will extend far beyond what you've witnessed, boss."
Rather than instilling pure joy, Damir's words planted a seed of unease deep within my consciousness. A dark thought emerged at the back of my mind: "He's too fucking smart. He has the potential to turn everyone against me." The prospect of Damir's formidable prowess becoming a double-edged sword loomed ominously in my thoughts.
Silently, I pivoted away from the dimly lit cell, my footsteps hushed against the cold, unforgiving floor. The air was thick with an eerie stillness as I approached the cell's exit.
As I neared the cell door, a demonic figure jumped out before me, his face completely covered with tears and hatred.
