PRISON - VICTOR WAYNE'S CELL ROOM
Victor sat in his dark, cold prison cell, his face twisted in anger as he thought about everything he’d lost — the Wayne Consortium.
Once, he had almost been at the top, so close to claiming the Wayne Empire for himself. But his own mother had thrown him in here like he was nothing. He clenched his fists, the memories playing over and over in his mind.
He tried a lot of things, just to get his hands on the papers, the documents, everything needed to take over the consortium, but failed and fell completely, crumbling to dust.
The loud clang of the cell door snapped him out of his thoughts. A guard stood there, giving him a sharp look.
He knew it already. Anytime he saw this particular guard, he knew he had a visitor. No family came to visit, as the on
