David slumped on the cold bench, his eyes fixed on the grey floor. The click of heels echoed down the corridor, growing louder with each step.
"You're in a bit of a mess. Must be really tough?" A man's sarcastic voice could be heard throughout the desolate cells; a smile inched across his face.
"David's eyes widened in surprise. "You?!" he exclaimed, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Vincent's expression remained calm, but his right eyebrow arched slightly. David's gaze narrowed, suspicion etched on his face.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice firm as he stood up from the bench. "What do you want?" he pressed, taking a step forward.
"Vincent's smile remained fixed, his voice dripping with mockery. "Absolutely nothing. There's nothing you could possibly offer me."
