Locking Daniel in a cell wasn't much of a punishment for the mass-murdering cultist.
He just sat on the bed and twiddled his thumbs.
That was until the panel in his cell door slid open.
"Dinner."
A tray of something was shoved through the slot by a thin arm.
Daniel's hands moved and snagged the arm at the wrist.
"Hey!"
There came a shout from the other side of the door as Daniel twisted the arm brutally.
Bone snapped and the door crashed open, Daniel releasing the injured guard.
A second guard rushed into the cell with a baton.
Daniel took the first strike across the face as his hand found the guard's throat.
With barely any effort he'd crushed the windpipe and dropped the body, snagging the baton before it could hit the floor.
He left the cell whistling.