To dispel the hatred-filled glares aimed directly at him, the Kapo of the First Ward played the Outer Circle card and pushed the wooden door open to step inside. The auras of the twenty youths he left in his wake shifted at that exact second; the Kapo's words were true—if he wanted to, he could turn their lives into an absolute living hell.
What was done was done; if they persisted in their hostile demeanor, the days ahead of them would be severely jeopardized. The inaugural symptom of their softening body language was their heads bowing toward the earth; their fighter spirits, ignited following the night raid, were once again being tamed by the chains of slavery.
