The moment Soren thought this far, he shot out of bed.
With heavy strides, he marched towards the elevator.
The more he thought about it, the more sense it made.
After all, on his first day, Vinegar was able to bribe the guards to turn a blind eye to the fight in the cafeteria.
If she could do something so bold, so big, then getting information on a person—a prisoner—must be easy.
While he did not care whether the prison did their bribery and corruption, it bothered him when the consequences hit close.
The day Soren came to the prison, Cynthia did not have the best day, but she was still willing to welcome him to their cell and offered him bread she made herself.
She fed him.
In the kind of world Soren grew up in, such hospitality, especially to a stranger, was as rare as finding gold.
And from a person considered a monster, no less.
Soren did not consider himself the best person out there, but he absolutely hated when those around him were hurt.
