A DAY had passed, and it was already seven o’clock in the morning. This is a special day for the Remington family, so August called Daphne to help him pick the best suit and style he could wear. He was wearing a three-piece suit with a silver and white color on it. His hair was parted to the left, and although he couldn’t see it himself, Daphne had admiration in her eyes while watching her great creation. “I look good now, right?” asked August as he fixed his tie again, although it was already fixed. Daphne nodded in response. August had been asking her that question since earlier. August didn’t understand why his heart was beating so fast. He was nervous.  

ONE MORE punch from Bruce, and he was already unconscious. When he woke up, he was lying on the streets— specifically in front of the police station.  Many people were surrounding him, and there were camera flashes everywhere. He didn’t realize how he had lost consciousness earlier. What he only knew was that his body was in pain. He was about to cover his eyes using his hands. The flashes of the camera blinded him so much. However, he couldn’t do that with his hands— No. His whole body was tied using duct tape. “Mr. Fordman, how did you end up here?!” “Are the accusations about you true?!”

A FEW days later, August did follow Charles’ command. It’s not like he had another choice. They had an agreement with each other, and Charles was right. He had a job to take, and he should do something to control the damage to the other party. “Was it true?” “Why did you suddenly admit to your crimes?” “Just how bad did Bruce Sandoval and Harvey Johnson do for you to rebut in a way like this?” After he confessed to the press and his defense lawyer that he fabricated the video he showed everyone before, every reporter wanted to talk with him and conduct an interview with him. They disgusted August as the police accompanied him to the trial today. He couldn’t believe that those people who didn't want to listen to his words back then were desperate to talk with him now. “I believe I said everything in my confession,” answered August as he turned to the reporters. “I will appreciate it if you will not give me a hard time again.” “Mr. Fordman! Mr. Fordman!” As August went to the

THE FIRST night as a prisoner passed peacefully and smoothly for August. The prisoners treated him as a wallflower until they dozed asleep. Everyone was already snoring, and some were even cursing in their dreams.However, August was just sitting at the edge of the wall, staring at the prison cell door while hugging both his knees. He wasn’t used to being with people— especially not during his sleeping time, and especially not in a prison cell.He was used to being alone, and even though he had companions, he still felt isolated. No one here could be his ally. This would be a battle between him and the world.There was only one thing on his mind. He needed to endure a year, although he doesn’t have any idea how. He doesn’t know what to do afterward— whether he’ll continue his revenge or not.But one thing was for sure. Despite the fake confession that he needed to make before, August must prove his innocence! However, negative thoughts consumed him, again and again. He felt betrayed

THE TIP of the knife buried into August’s skin as he tried to dodge to the side. He groaned in pain, but at the same time, his movements became faster and he was able to stay away from his attacker before the knife would bury more in his body. “Fuck!” August cussed loudly. His breathing became ragged when he looked at the blood dripping from his wound. “Who are you?” “My apologies, Fordman.” The man smirked before he played with the knife in his hand. “This is just a part of my job that I needed to execute.” In one swift, the man who had a crazy, wicked smirk on his lips attacked August again. Unlike Gabriel, his opponent now was skilled in combat and using knives. August could only dodge, but at the same time, his vision