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
Unlucky! San feels his life is miserable.He thought living isolated from the outside world full of deceit, greed, and social status—he really could escape. At the very least, only those in prison cells held no rank or prominent social position. Everyone in this prison is a human being with problems with the law.Bugh!Bugh!"You are dead!"San's body was prone, facing the floor, and someone stepped on his bare back. In the remaining consciousness, he hoped that someone else would help him.Where did the person San helped go? Where's the warden? Uncle Bobby—no, San thinks he's been too rough on that guy.Ah, it feels like San really almost died.His chest ached excruciatingly, his head dizzy, and his vision foggy. San thought this was the end of his life.Suddenly San felt the weight of the legs on his back disappears. The faint shadow of someone's feet from the dim lighting came toward him, then abruptly, everything went black.***San doesn't know how he got to be in this room. Narr
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
Everyone gathers in the backyard. Each of them already held a tool for gardening. San was holding a plant shovel with a rusty tip. Standing right behind him, Sandy whispered, "Can you fight?"San frowned in surprise at the random question."If not, you should at least have good running skills."San really did not understand what Sandy meant. Didn't they gather in this field to do routine gardening tasks? There is a separate schedule for each class of prisoners, and today is the first day.After the chief warden made a few useless motivational speeches—at least for prisoners who had received life sentences—they split up according to their respective groups.San doesn't know why the prisoner with the number 4555 keeps following him."What are you doing?" asked San with a little curt. The reason is Sandy is in a different group from him. San and five people in his group were tasked with planting new seeds on vacant land. As for Sandy, I am still determining what task the man got. San sho
The frown on Nila's forehead deepened after hearing the woman's words. He put down the spoon and wiped his lips with a tissue. "Wait, why did you say that?" A faint shake of her friend only answered Nila's question. "Don't make it up." He let out a long sigh. "If no one helps him from the start, that means they know the consequences that can be accepted later." "Coward, you mean?" "Eh?" Suddenly Nila blinked, a little confused by Vera's sarcasm. "Yeah… your vocabulary is terrible, but—" He had a hard time continuing because he was confused. Vera's words were not wrong, but they were too 'cute' if the person in question heard them. "I'm just asking. No need to think about it." Vera replied nonchalantly. Nila breathed a little relieved. It would be a problem if Vera's words came true. *** "In the end, we parted ways like this, sir?" It was not a question. San was just confused about starting to say goodbye to the man. The person spoken to did not answer. His eyes were full of som
San was awakened earlier than usual. He was summoned to carry out the second trial—this faster than expected."I think it will take time for the second call to come," commented his cellmate.San didn't answer because he didn't know himself, but what was clear was that he was nervous and afraid.He was sent to the prosecutor's justice office, where many news hunters had gathered. Faintly as he passed a group of journalists, they heard them talking about something."The trial was carried out sooner than it should have been. Isn't this quite odd?" asked one of them."No, if the judge has decided based on concrete evidence. If the verdict has been decided, the public will feel satisfied, and the prosecutor's office will receive a positive score. Know for yourself that his victims carry the names of big people. Pak Anthony and his staff will not let this case drag on, bearing in mind that the gubernatorial election will be held soon." The answer came from one of the camera operators.The c
That night, Gio was summoned by Anthony to the study. The young man's heart was pounding wildly. Nevertheless, he tried to stay calm by taking deep breaths.In the room, there was already the dashing figure of his father sitting in a swivel chair."Dad," Gio called after standing right in front of his father's desk."Is this how you should behave?" Cold, deep, and intimidating."Dad—""Stop messing around, Gio. I'm sick of your attitude!" This time with a slightly higher intonation.His head was lowered, his hands clasped in front of his body. "Sorry," he said quietly, a little choked up."Watch your attitude while I'm still campaigning—can't you follow your brother's example, huh?!" The man exhaled roughly. "Don't just hide behind your mother's back! Make me a little proud, and don't regret having a son like you, Gio."His molars collided, and his gaze, which was initially afraid, now turned dark and hateful. Gio hates being compared like this, but he can't hate the figure that is hi
Prosecutors don't only bring in witnesses to the crime that San is accused of. The man in the red heart robe brings evidence that he is somehow related to San.A baseball bat, a kitchen knife with the victim's blood on it, and San's fingerprints. His background was opened up to his uncle's family upbringing."From the testimony of residents, Santiago often gets bad treatment from his uncle. He often sleeps outside the house because his uncle doesn't answer the door after Santiago works part-time.""Even on the campus where Santiago studied, he is known as a private person," added the Prosecutor. "Your Honor, this pattern often occurs in perpetrators of violence. The absence of supervision from parents or guardians, living as an orphan, and being mistreated by relatives—could be a trigger for the defendant's crimes."Among the reporters watching the trial, one lawyer seemed to notice what was happening. Vera seemed to jot down something in her notebook."The prosecutor is very cunning