Chapter 18

~Isolation unit, Chicago prison~

A boy passed by, carrying a pot of burning incense. His eyes were shut and he still managed to make out his way in the long dark corridor.

Another person followed, an elderly man in religious wear. He enclosed his palms in chest as he muttered some things, while walking to the end of the corridor.

They were heading to the room at the end.

Lewis peeked from the bars, his breathing escalated each time the bizarre people walked by, deep down, he felt like he had a sense of what was going to happen.

Then a man who was dressed in a well ironed suit walked into the corridor. He was dressed like a gentleman from the 80's and his hair had been shaved to baldness, no strand of hair could be seen.

His shiny bald hair was the only light in the corridor.

Lewis gulped nervously as the man walked towards the room. His face was stoic, no expression, no emotion, no fear.

Lewis thought, this man was about to be executed, how come he isn't showing any signs of anxiety?