The young man looked down at the special handcuffs that wrapped tightly around his wrists. They were made of red steel and special metallic strings, all welded strongly together to ensure his hands would not break free easily.
Then he looked up, a room painted in a blinding streak of sterile white, only interrupted by a large mirror embedded into one side of the wall. Aldric looked at his reflection with a smile, hoping his gaze was boring into the soul of someone behind the mirror.
"Can you still see me?" Aldric muttered, his lips barely moving.
"Yes," Serina responded from the tiny earpiece still in his ear, which had somehow made it through security checks. "There is surveillance everywhere."
Aldric raised a brow, impressed perhaps.
"And you have access to all of them?"
