Deathly stillness filled the room as Augustino slowly woke up from his slumber. However, his pupils abruptly contracted when a chilling aura came to his neck, causing all the fine hairs all over his body to stand on end.
'What's going on?'
He had imagined that one day, a butcher knife would be placed on his nape upon waking up, but he never thought it would occur in his own lounge in this prison. He could feel at ease here with the defense system of the prison and the loyal ability users under his command around.
Augustino's eyes shifted as they caught the faint light coming in through the window. He could see the bodies on the floor—the bodies of his loyal men.
Spectre patted Augustino on the cheek and grinned, "Hello, Sir Warden. Well, I'm done staying in prison, you know, so I thought it's easiest to have you send me off even though I have many ways to escape. How about you get dressed and take us out if you don't wanna die?"
