"You look like hell, Mr. Castillo."

Adrian’s voice dripped with mockery as he strolled into the dimly lit visitation room. He adjusted the cuffs of his designer suit, the sharp contrast against the cold, grimy walls of the prison making his presence feel even more suffocating. He took his time, dragging out each step before finally sitting across from Jordan Castillo.

Jordan exhaled heavily, his weary eyes locking onto Adrian with a mixture of disgust and disappointment. This boy... This ...