Victor sat on the small cot in his cell, his fingers idly tracing the edges of the worn-out mattress. A wide smirk was plastered across his face as he leaned back against the cold stone wall, his arms folded behind his head. Today was the day.
After what felt like an eternity, he was finally getting out. A combination of excitement and disbelief churned within him, but the smirk never wavered. It had been a long time since he had been this happy, and he couldn’t help but savor the moment.
“Hmm” Victor scoffed, breaking the silence. His voice echoing faintly against the wall.
The idea of freedom, of being able to breathe fresh air again without the weight of iron bars surrounding him, filled him with a giddy sense of euphoria.
His thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of foot
