San's face reddened. The large hand that was choking him tightened on his neck even more. He felt the supply of oxygen in his chest running low."You want to die?" The bald man grinned wickedly. "Who do you think you are, asshole? Oh, damn it! You really make my appetite go away."San's body lifted up to his feet tiptoe. He tried to escape from the man's grip but to no avail."I'll let you go if you want to eat mine.""I'd rather die," San said in a choked voice, the veins in his neck bulging, struggling to supply oxygen. However, the grip on his neck grew stronger.The man smiled and replied, "With pleasure."His breath hitched, and his vision darkened.Bugh!Krakkk!San coughed violently when suddenly, those strong hands didn't choke him anymore."Bastard! What are you doing?!" The big man shouted at the figure that had disturbed him just now. The man kicked his back, causing him to bounce.After realizing who had interrupted his activities, he suddenly fell silent.A man with long

When San felt he would die at that moment, the door to the isolation room opened. Two wardens came and supported San's weak and almost fainted body.When asked how many days he had been isolated, the warden replied that it had been three days.This is crazy.San still survives without eating, drinking, and defecating for three days.Of course, now San is in the prison clinic to get an IV.While San was lying in the patient's bed, a nurse brought food. At that time, San no longer remembers anything except his desire to fulfill the stomach's needs. The food was gone in seconds."I want some more," she said with a pale face, bloodshot eyes, and terrible eye bags. San looks like a hungry zombie.San thought he would be rejected, but the nurse returned with two full rice bowls and a side dish. This made San's eyes light up.In the middle of eating, San remembered something. "Slim guy—I mean, the one treated about three days ago. Where is he now? How is the condition?"The female nurse look

Vera was confused by the little girl's statement. She wanted to ask her again, but Mrs. Andeen came and asked her daughter to play with her friends."Sorry for keeping you waiting. So, what's next, Miss Vera? What can I do?" said the woman as she sat back down.Vera glanced around for a moment, then shifted her focus to her client. "You said that your brother is the only sibling you have, right?" The question received a nod from Mrs. Andeen. "What is your relationship with your brother like? Did he also live here before going to jail?"The woman with shoulder-length hair squeezed her hands. "Yes. He used to live with us—initially, he asked to live separately, but I insisted that he stay with us. It didn't feel right to let him live without my supervision." She sighed heavily. "Since the death of our parents, I'm the only one he can rely on, and vice versa. I didn't want our relationship to become distant just because I got married—but wait, how did you know that my brother lived with

Santiago leaves his job to follow the warden and the stranger.The cells they go to are in the rearmost order. Once there, they except Santiago go into cell number 101. Since all the prisoners were on duty, the atmosphere was very quiet.Santiago, who had been following the two secretly, was now hiding at the intersection of the passageway, close to the cell."Whose cell did they come to?"Santiago muttered to himself. Compared to that, who's the guy in the suit?One thing that drove Santiago to do this was the words of the man in the suit. Who should look like a suicide?Since Santiago cannot hear anything from this distance, he settles back. Now he was standing right in front of an iron door with a square hole at the bottom. The hole is usually used for the warden to deliver food or other things to the prisoners."I shouldn't be here," said the man in the suit. The warden did not give a meaningful response."If he hadn't thrown a tantrum, maybe at least he could have lived to be 60."

The investigation has begun. Vera summoned several inmates who had shared a cell with Adeen in turns. She asked about anything that might be related to the man’s death.“I only know he is a quiet person,” said one of the inmates.“The man didn’t cause much trouble and just did his duties in prison as he should,” said another inmate. “But there was something strange that I often encountered when it was approaching bedtime. He was called out by the guards and returned in the early morning hours.” He continued cryptically.“What did you see?” Vera inquired.“Adeen returned to the cell in a mess. However, only I noticed it because no one else cared much about a sex offender.”“Can you explain the situation in detail?”“His face was bruised, his clothes were dirty, and yeah … he looked very disheveled.”The interrogation with the second inmate was finished, and now it switched to another one. The man facing Vera was an older man with gray hair.“He … deserved to die,” the man said.Vera fur