Both Gilbert and Frederick were forcibly hauled to their feet. As they were led down the corridor, Gilbert spotted Dustin standing nearby, watching calmly. His eyes burned with hatred, and he screamed at the top of his lungs.


    “You’d better not celebrate too soon! I’ll be out tomorrow! And when I am, I’ll make you wish you were dead! Just wait!”


    His shouts echoed through the empty corridor, filled with madness and rage.


    Dustin’s eyes turned cold. He met Gilbert’s venomous re and spoke slowly, his voice low but carrying clearly to everyone around them.


    “In that case, you won’t be getting out.”