"Alright, you know the drill," the guard ordered. "Hand 'em over."

Still holding my bag in my hands, I glared at him for a moment before eventually letting him take it. Never been a big fan of this part of getting in, especially considering who I was getting in to see, but I unfortunately had to, otherwise I wouldn't get in entirely. Funny thing is, I know why they do it. They don't want you to try anything that could let the prisoners out. Still stupid, though. I wouldn't try to let anybody out of this prison, let alone KK of all people.

Taking the bag, he threw it in a pile of other things that people had given up during their visits. Jeez, can't they be just a little bit more careful with other peoples stuff? The guard pushes a red button on his desk which is shortly followed up by a loud buzzer sound, and the doors in front of me open. Here comes the worse part of making it through this hell hole of a prison- actually getting to KK.

Being the homicidal psychopath he is, KK's all the way at the back off the prison, meaning I, by myself, have to walk down three full hallways of prisoners. Yep, the prison can hold nearly 100 people but can't even afford one fucking guard to actually guard the cells. I've already asked why and the answer was that it was 'too dangerous' to actually guard cells due to the hostility of the prisoners, so they have three guards outside each hallway in case the prisoners break out (which has proven to not work as effectively as these geniuses think).

I start walking down the first hallway at a slow pace, no real need to rush anyways. It's the second hallway that I need to rush, but thats fine. I've done it before. I can do it again. The further down the hallways are, the more dangerous the residents are, which is at least one design choice I can appreciate.

At this point, I've walked past three holding areas, meaning there's only two more. I try to keep my gaze ahead of me. It's never a good idea to look these guys in the eye. Even though I'm not looking at them, I can still feel the glances I'm getting as I walk by. Some of the people here know me, seen me walk by before. Others are new. I hear a door open and shut behind me, then a cell door opens and shuts as well, followed by angry screaming by someone who, I assume, believes that they shouldn't be here. Pfft. Like I haven't heard that before..

The automatic doors leading from the first to second hallway opens in front of me. I pick up the pace a bit, not wanting to stay in this hallway for long. The noise difference from the first to second hallway is extraordinary. All of the jail cells are on one side of the room, meaning my left ear gets to experience all of the hell happening. People screaming, shaking on cell bars, throwing things and even other people around them are not unfamiliar sounds. Still kinda scares me, though. Not everyday you hear that.

And now, finally, I'm in the third hallway. This ones different from the rest, having doors placed around the hallway as a way of privacy. I still consider it to be one hallway though, since all of the 'dangerous' criminals get to stay here. Passing two doors, I make it to his cell. The man, the myth, the motherfucker himself: KK.

At first, he doesn't see me come in. He's facing the wall, idly tapping his foot on the floor. The second I get close to the bars of his cell, he turns his head around to face me. At first, no reaction. Then he smiles, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Crowbar! How nice of you to visit." He says in a mocking tone. This is the first time in about.. two.. three months that I've visited him? I can't remember. Not a big fan of visiting him, but I've got business with him this time.

"Yeah right." I say, scoffing a bit. He pulls this shit every time I visit him, pretending like he cares. I've learned firsthand that he would gladly kill me if given the chance.

Standing up, he walks over to the bars of the cell and leans forward on them, the grin not vanishing from his face. Instinctively, I take a step back, out of arms reach. Surprisingly, he's not in handcuffs like he usually is. He's probably gotten out of them again, considering there's no way in hell that the guards here would take them off.

"So," he says, "what brings you here? Just wanted to drop by and say hi?"

"I'm here to ask you a question."

"Of course you are. What is it now?"

I reach into my back pocket and pull out a photograph. On the photograph was a picture of someone who looked kinda like a scientist of sorts, somebody dressed in a white trench coat with a Blackrock logo imprinted on the right-hand side of it. I had found it laying around my apartment, and naturally, unsure of how I got it, I decided to ask KK, because god knows what shit I still have in my apartment because of him. I turn the photograph around so he can see the front. He squints a little at the picture, then a sign of recognition appears on his face.

"Where'd you find that?" The fake, somewhat cheery tone disappears from his voice.

"My apartment. I found it in your old room." I can't help but smile a little at his reaction. Its always nice to see him quit that bullshit act of his every once in a while.

He glares a little at me, then back at the picture, then shrugs. "Old friend of mine." He says.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "What’s his name?"

Instead of an actual answer, he just smiles maliciously and says, "nobody." I frown at him and shove it back in my pocket. No point in trying to get answers out of him now, its not like he has to anyways. I turn around to leave this hell hole of a place. No point of staying anyw-

"Wait."

I pause.

"Give me the picture."

I don't move. Why the hell does he want the picture? Is this a trick? Thats it. Probably some sort of trick. Still, I don't move.

"Crowbar."

Slowly, I turn back around to face him. He's not smiling anymore. One hand is gripping the bar, the other outside of the cell bars.

"Give me it. Now."

Cautiously, I walk towards him and take the photograph out of my pocket. I know he's trying to pull something. Not sure what. I extend my arm for him to grab the photo. I already took a picture of it, so I guess it doesn't matter if he ta-

Faster than I can react, he grabs my wrist and pulls me towards the bar cells, causing me to slam into them. I let out a small grunt of pain. I try to back away, only to end up stumbling back on a few inches. He grabs the collar of my hoodie and pulls me back towards the bar cells, causing me to, yet again slam into them. Immediately I grab his hands and try to pry them off of me, but I can't do shit. I look up at him and find him staring me dead in the eye, with no expression on his face whatsoever.

"Don't you dare tell anybody you found this picture, got it?" He says in a threatening yet robotic tone. "If you even fucking mention that you found this photo I will rip you limb from limb. Am I making myself clear?"

I nod.

He lets go of me. I clumsily stumble backwards and into the wall, falling down. I immediately get up and stare at KK as he walks over to the dropped photograph and tears it into thousands of pieces. Acting like not a fucking thing happened, he walks back over to the bed given to him in his cell and sits, returning to tapping his foot like he did when he first got here.

For a moment, I can't move. Half of me is still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. A thought enters my mind, 'is he insane?'. Immediately, I answer back. Yes. Yes he fucking is.

After what seems like a solid five minutes I make my way to the door to exit the prison. I walk back through the second hallway and the first. That person is still there screaming, yelling that they don't belong in there. That they're 'innocent'. Pfft. Bullshit.

I enter the main area and reclaim my bag. I heave it over one shoulder, pull up my hood, and leave. Some part of me is still trying to recall what exactly happened. I ignore it and focus on heading back to my apartment. It's still raining like it was when I first entered. At first I was a bit worried that the photograph might get damaged by the rain before I even had a chance to show it to KK. I laugh just a little. Stupid of me to think that in the first place, anyways.