Footsteps echoed as he passed through a long hallway.  Sometimes, the handcuffs on his hands would make a faint clanking sound when they accidentally bumped into each other.

 A pair of iron shackles, is the price to be paid when he is given the opportunity to get out from behind bars.  It didn't matter, because only an hour later he would come back in.

 The young man walked calmly with a guard who led faithfully.  Soon he entered a room containing a table and two chairs, one of which was occupied by another young man.

 “You only have an hour to talk.  Make the most of it, and remember that we are always watching over you.”

After leaving a message, the warden left and locked the door from outside.  It was true he was watching from behind the glass wall.  His gaze was fixed on the two young men in the room.

 "It's been five years, you haven't changed, Devan."

 Unexpectedly, the inmat