Draven stood before the glass, steeling himself against the taunts of the other inmates. As the insults continued to rain down upon him, he took a deep breath, refusing to let their words get to him.
In the midst of the jeering, a black-armored soldier approached Draven's cell, holding a wooden tray with a meager meal of bread and a banana. With a loud clang, the soldier banged the tray against the glass, causing Draven to flinch slightly.
"Back off the glass, scum!" the soldier barked, his voice laced with disdain. Draven stepped back from the glass, giving the soldier the space he demanded.
Draven took a step back from the glass, obediently doing as he was told. The soldier then placed his hand on the glass, and a small opening just big enough for the tray opened. He tossed the bread and banana into Draven's cell, a mocking grin on his face.