"Oi, give me some food!"
Lyon shouted from his prison-like cage with no regard for what situation he was in.
"Hahaha!"
"Hmm?" Lyon raised his eyebrows as he saw the laughter of another prisoner right in front of him.
Under the dark shadow of the prison cell in front of him, he heard footsteps slowly crawling to the bars that held their freedom. Fragile and old hands were the first thing Lyon could see under the light before a disheveled old man was looking at him straight in the eye. His eyes were bulging crazy with creases on his forehead.
"Young one, we will be here until we die!"
Lyon shook his head, "The only 'we' here is you, don't group me together with you."
He held the bar with both hands before pushing them apart with popping veins. However, not one bar even bent by the force he exuded.
"Hahaha! If it were that easy, many prisoners would have escaped by now."
*growl
