Soren sat upright.
"AHHH!!!" His hands roughed his hair haphazardly.
"This. Is. Why. I. Should. Have. Kept. Blackfield. On." He slammed his head with every word against the wall.
"Soooreeennn?" Cynthia looked at him, head tilted in confusion.
Soren turned his head lazily to her—blood trailing down his forehead.
"Urhh...!" She turned to his bedsheet and raised it to him.
"Awwn, you are so kind." He took it from her hands.
As expected, she still carried him on her shoulders.
As she did, Soren's mind worked overtime.
Someone wanted him dead. But not just that. The person was capable of doing it in a government prison.
Soren had spent such a long time in this place that he had even forgotten that he had a list of crimes attached to his name.
Just then, Cynthia passed by a certain cell.
A prisoner with yellowed teeth.
His memories flashed. The day he arrived here. After the conversation with Captain Scarvguard. While Billy matched him to his cell for the first time.
