At the police station, the cold air of the cell stung Derek Renwick in the face.

How had been here for a week and it was the worst experience of his life.

In his whole life, this was the first time he had ever been locked up.

Whenever the officers come to check on him it give him food, and they lock the metallic gates behind them after they done, the loud clinking sound it makes always remind that of his fall from grace.

Today was different though.

Today is the day he regains freedom.

He straightened his wrinkled shirt as he prepared to be taken out.

His appearance was...