Ethan sat huddled in the corner, his knees drawn to his chest. The silence was overwhelming, wrapping around him like a thick fog. It had been days—weeks maybe—since he had heard another human voice, and the silence was beginning to gnaw at his mind.

Ethan closed his eyes, letting his memories transport him to happier times. He could see himself skating, his heart racing with joy as he glided across the ice. "I was framed," he whispered to himself, the words echoing back in the silence.

Ethan remembered the day vividly. The setup was flawless, and before he knew it, he was being dragged away, accused of something he hadn’t done. The betrayal stung more than the punishment, the faces of those he trusted turning away as he pleaded his innocence.

Warden Lee approached carrying an immobilization suit, its fabric a dull, oppressive gray. "Time to suit up, kid," Warden Smith grunted, motioning for Ethan to stand.

Ethan struggled against the suit, but it was futile. His movements were restricted, and the weight of despair settled in his chest. "I won't give up," he mumbled defiantly, though his voice lacked conviction.

"Soon, he'll be ready," The Boss murmured to himself. He had plans for Ethan, plans that involved a life far removed from the ice rinks he loved. With the boy's hope crushed, The Boss was confident he could mold him into whatever he desired.