Dante had slept the night before, but he always awoke early. He was practicing a kata from Taekwondo when three guards walked in. For a moment they stared and one of them reached to a baton on his hip. Dante simply shook his head and held his hands out. "Funny i thought this one would give a bit more of a fight" said the guard that had his hand on the baton. "Nah man he lost all his fight when that pretty little thing of his got taken away" said one of the others. Dante's teeth clenched together and a single tear fell from his face, but he did not speak or fight. Before they led him from the cell one of the guards leaned in close "its a shame all those skills of yours couldn't stop what he did to your....." The man never finished speaking. Dante immediately buried his elbow in the mans solarplex knocking the wind out of him. The one with the baton raised it for an overhead strike. Dante stepped forward and used the chain on the handcuffs to block the baton. Grabbing the mans wrist he spun and flipped him breaking it. Before he could turn the last guard brought a baton down on the back of his head and he fell. Struggling to get back up the man who he had hit first and the standing guard beat him into unconsciousness. 

Dante awoke with both his arms restrained behind his back by handcuffs surrounded by others. The boy next to him was crying, but he remained silent. One of the guys across from him said something about them all deserving to die. "Hey, lay off it man noone is going to die." Dante said to the boy. Someone called out asking what was going on and Dante wished he could give them an answer. He was sore from the guards beating him, needless to say they had taken a long time to knock him out on purpose. He had a headache and a lot of bruising.