An hour later, I stood before the gates of the juvenile detention center, ready to reclaim my place. I rushed through the reception area, sprinting through the long halls and kicking open the 1. cell block door, only to be confronted by a sight I could never have imagined.
I rushed in with the expectation of no changes, but my eyes widen at all the men spread across all three floors of the cell block, men were positioned on their knees from the ground floor to the second floor. Their voices united in a thunderous chorus, and the words they shouted reverberated throughout the space, echoing with an overwhelming sense of respect.
"Welcome back, Boss Dionis!" they exclaimed in unison. The outpouring of their collective adulation left me momentarily frozen.
