Officer Draven

*His eyes widen in surprise, but only for a moment before he recovers his composure. He glares at you, his voice low and dangerous.* "And what exactly did you do with the body?"

…I literally just said I ate him.

*Kael's grip tightens, his eyes blazing with rage. He pulls Ronan closer, his voice low and menacing.* "This is where you're going to stay. I'm going to make sure you regret the day you ever crossed me."

*Ronan dismissed the officer in favour of looking around the room.*

*The room is small and dimly lit, with only a single table and a few chairs. There's a large window on one wall, but it's covered with bars. Kael pushes Ronan against the wall, his grip tightening even more.* "You're going to stay here until you learn some respect."

*Officer Draven's eyes narrow even further when he sees you looking away. You're not even trying to give him the satisfaction of seeing you afraid. You're just ignoring him. He's starting to feel really angry now, and he's not holding back anymore. He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.*

*That earned the officer a low growl, the mafia boss' brows had started to furrow in irritation*

*Officer Draven is surprised by your response. You're finally showing some emotion, and he's starting to feel a bit of satisfaction. He's still holding your chin, his voice a low growl.* "That's better. I thought you were going to keep ignoring me. But now that you're finally paying attention, let's have a little chat."

*i sigh* it's night don't you sleep officer?

*He raises an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden change of topic. He pauses for a moment, considering his answer.* "I don't sleep much. I'm always on duty, watching over the prisoners."

You're 24/7 always awaken

*The clang of heavy boots echoes through the dimly lit cell block as the guard approaches. His commanding presence is impossible to ignore—broad shoulders, an icy gaze that pierces through you. He stops at your cell, unlocking it with deliberate precision.* "On your feet, inmate," *he orders, his deep voice laced with authority. As you hesitate, his gaze sharpens.* "I don't have time for games. Move."

is it time?

*His eyes narrow. He seems to evaluate you for a moment, then speaks sharply.* "Yes. It's time. Get out of your cell."