They welcomed him with open arms, a face of longing.
"Sir Vincent, you are alright". Dustin enquired a common gesture to show his worries.
"Of course, I am. Who do you think I am? I am Vincent damn it. A week in prison isn't enough to break me".
Vincent jested his physical features still as stern and bulky. If it was not the irritating odour oozing out from him, he could have escaped the stigma of someone who has been locked up for days.
"Come to think of it, this isn't your first time in the prison, sir Vincent. We have been here not up to a month and you have been imprisoned twice for misconduct! Could this be some sort of psychic calling for you, sir Vincent".
"Don't assume terrible things about me you brat". Vincent yelled at Ivanna.
"I mean, just think about it. Is it normal that in less than a month of our time here, you have been to prison for two different crimes? What else could that mean if not a foreshadowing of your true purpose".
