Emma
“Where is my son?” Artemisa says, determined, the guards bearing their necks as she approaches the entrance of the hall with the cells. “I want to see my son.”
It is funny to see how those huge guards cower as they show the way to Artemisia to reach her son’s cell.
As it was pretty difficult to get her to change first, I have to stifle a laugh as I think of her shouting at the guards in her revealing hospital gown.
I follow her through the gate, reaching the cells, and surprisingly find Junior sitting in one of them too.
Other than Ace, who is wearing a complacent smirk, Junior looks totally dishevelled and devastated.
Alpha Guerrieri is standing next to his cell, looking like he is here to cheer him up, but I would doubt that, knowing him.
He takes a few steps, standing
