The back door to the secure room swung open with a loud rattle. Two large guards walked in first, holding the arms of a cuffed man.
They dragged Arthur into the center of the room, his clothes dirty and stained from the car crash. His face was already bruised, and a thin line of red ran down his chin, but his eyes were bright with a strange, wild energy.
Julius stood by the back wall, his arms crossed over his chest. Marcus sat in the corner behind his small table, his hands resting near his laptop, while Daniel stood near the door with his arms folded.
The guards shoved Arthur down into a plain metal chair in the middle of the space. Instead of begging or looking afraid, Arthur looked around the room, a wide, mocking smile spreading across his lips.
He fixed his eyes straight on Julius, leaning back as much as the cuffs would allow.
