Cyan Pool County Prison.
The cold brick walls, the forest's harsh chill, blood vaguely visible in the crevices.
In the brazier, red flames surged, and several branding irons were carelessly placed inside, their blood already turned black by the high temperature.
The firelight, as the sole light source in this cell, scattered out, casting a shadow onto the wall not far away.
And the owner of this shadow was a bloodied and barely alive "skinny bamboo stick" hanging in midair.
The blood in his hair strands hadn't dripped down, only because it had already congealed.
The "skinny bamboo stick" had hair matted together, forming a dirty red-black color, and behind that hair was a young face with closed eyes.
Splash!!!
A bucket of cold water was poured onto his face. The "skinny bamboo stick" slowly opened his eyes, his gaze gradually gaining strength, staring fiercely like a leopard at the official in front of him.
