BACK TO the prison, a few hours after Damian had a conversation with Veron, the nurse discharged him from the clinic. He had many wounds and bruises, but all of them weren’t that critical, so he was able to go back to his cell.There, Damian already accepted to himself that he was afraid. He was afraid of being betrayed by the people he trusted the most. It started when Ava betrayed him for Carson, and now, he could feel that Veron was hiding something from him.However, it wouldn’t stop Damian from pursuing his goals. His number one priority is still to get out of prison. But it was easier said than done. If Damian really wanted to escape the prison legally, he needed to find something that would question the judge’s verdict on his

“DID YOU miss me, Damian?” the man in the middle asked, smiling devilishly. “Because I did. There is no day that I’m not thinking of you.”The man in the middle was no other than Derek; the one that Damian stabbed in the arm with a fork, and the well-known mass murderer. It has the same description as Derek’s companions right now, which are his allies—violent and psychotic mass murderers like him.“Aw, should I be flattered?” asked Damian in a sarcastic tone, scanning his eyes onto his surroundings. “I’m glad to see you, too. I thought you died when I stabbed you with a fork. Do you even remember your facial expression when I did that? So hilarious.”Derek’s expression went dark and menacing immediately as soon as he heard Damian’s statement. That wound was severe, and his shoulder was paralyzed for weeks. It was the first time he felt like a loser and pathetic, and as much as it infuriated him, it also made him feel thrilled.Damian, on the other hand, intentionally pissed Derek off

AS DAMIAN realized that Gerald could also be in danger, he immediately ran toward the laundry room. He plans to look at all the places where someone could beat Gerald up. But he doesn't need to do that anymore. As his gaze moved to the side of the laundry room, he saw Gerald, lying on the ground, almost covered with blood.“Gerald!” Damian exclaimed and ran toward his ally and someone he also treated as a friend. “What happened? Can you…Can you still speak?” he asked, his voice almost cracking.“S-Sir Damian…” Gerald attempted to speak despite feeling weak and helpless. He smiled but it suddenly faded when he coughed blood. “Ah, heck. I think those people destroyed my ribs.”“Don’t speak for now. Just rest,” Damian commanded, holding Gerald in place as the latter was trying to stand up. “I will call someone so they can take you to the hospital—”“No. D-Don’t do that,” Gerald said, holding Damian’s phone which he was holding in his right hand, trying to bring it down. “They… They took

“RIGHT,” Damian snapped out of his thoughts upon remembering the crumpled paper Gerald had given him before they parted ways. He looked at Noel first, confirming if he was still sleeping. Once he was sure that Noel wouldn’t wake up anytime by now, he pulled the paper out of his pocket. His heart sank again upon seeing Gerald’s blood stained with it, but he shook his head afterward. ‘Being guilty wouldn’t do anything about this situation. Get a grip, Damian,’ he reprimanded himself before he unfolded the paper. Damian started reading it, and his eyes widened upon seeing tons of prison officers’ and prisoners’ names on it. Some of them were the people Damian didn’t expect to be his enemy because they looked kind in the first place. Well, except for one. “As expected,” Damian muttered, disappointed but not surprised, upon seeing the name of that woman who held him on the right shoulder earlier. His gaze moved downward, and he was almost done reading the names on the list. However,

“That information you gave isn’t the key for me not to kill you, Noel. You just gave me a reason to kill you in the most miserable way that I know," Damian said in a dark and intimidating tone, his gaze unwavering. There was something inside Damian that was urging him to kill Noel. He wanted Noel to be dead, but he knew no matter how evil Noel was, he wouldn’t be the same. At least, not in this situation “I’m here to kill you… not to have chit-chat with you,” Noel said, chuckling a bit despite the pain he feels in his neck. “But of course, I can’t do it now. I lose, but if you kill me, you won’t have a chance of going outside this prison.” “Well, you are right,” Damian replied, smirking as he clicked his tongue. “But let me ask you a question. Do you even have an idea who you are trying to kill? Or you are just following orders blindly?” “I don’t care who my victims are. I am commanded to kill, not to know anything about all of you,” answered Noel, his voice low. Damian smirked an