Maximilian's jaw hung slack, full of shock. He couldn't wrap his mind around what was happening. This simply could not be reality.
His head snapped left, finding an empty hallway.
He snapped it right, seeing just concrete and rust.
No guards.
No voices.
Nothing.
His pulse skyrocketed.
"GUARDS!" he shrieked, his voice breaking immediately. "GUARDS! This is death row! CONTACT BETWEEN INMATES IS FORBIDDEN! DO YOUR FUCKING JOBS!"
His screams ricocheted off the walls, desperate, panicked, and beyond humiliating. But in this moment, the man couldn't care less.
Dante didn't even flinch.
Instead, the giant lifted both hands… and began moving his fingers through the air.
Slow, precise motions.
As if he were conducting an orchestra,only he could hear.
His eyes slid closed, head tilting back slightly, savoring the sound of Maximilian's terror like a man absorbing a symphony.
They kept going on like this for nearly a whole minute.
