Miguel paced back and forth quietly, prowling and banging up along the walls. His claws extended, grating and squealing as he dragged them against the metal of the walls. Suddenly he lashed out, bashing his body against the door and snarling as it refused to budge, pounding his fists furiously before swinging around and beginning to pace again.

Miguel looked up at the security camera, shouting, “DÉJAME SALIR, O TE MATARÉ.”

He pounced, lunging and ripping it from the wall entirely, the security feed going dead. Miguel’s fangs were on full display, his animal canines bared and ready to bite. His eyes looked wild and his fast movements were irregular. “Voy a matar a quien me encerró aquí. You’re going to fucking regret this.”