After MSF captured me, they sent me for questioning, frankly annoying. I was in the room, with handcuffs. And then, the detective entered in the room, and quietly sat in the chair opposite me, with a list of papers.
[Detective]- "So, what is your name?"
[Me]- "..."
[Detective]- "Alright, so, the M.S.F. found you in the middle of a bloodbath, your hands were bloody too ... What happened? Did you kill them?"
[Me]- "What do you think? Of course I killed them all, They were making a mess in my city"
[Detective]- "Did you really kill them all, even though you were so young? Do you not think this is a waste?"
[Me]- "... Waste? They were scum, thieves who stole for themselves, murderers who pluck loved ones from families, liars who cover their sins for their sake. If you were like them, I would have killed you right there"
The detective took a deep breath, with a disappointed look, he looked at me with pity, that eyes annoys me ... So, he left the room, and left me waiting for a few hours until some cops took me for a transport ... Obviously, for Anubis.
Anubis is a prison for super villains, from
In that prison, prisoners are divided by their uniforms: Orange for the B-class, who represented the most of prison personnel. Red for A-class, and some B-Class that were more dangerous. Purple for the S-class, who represented powerful villains, and generally separated in their own gangs. And the black uniform, for the SS-class, these are big problems, they have special cells made to contain them, there were only 11 of them at that time.
Obviously, everyone shouted: "NEW FLESH! THIS IS NOT A PLACE FOR CHILDREN!". As soon as they took me to my cell, there was a guy with half of his body burned, red and dark blue hair. He was in his bed, and reading the newspaper. I had noticed that he had a candle, a picture of a child next to him, and a necklace with a fire emblem next to it. When I lay on my bed, he closed the paper, and with an irritated look he went to talk to me;
[Roommate]- "Hey... New Flesh, who are you?"
[Me]- "... Why do you want to know?"
[Roommate] "Is common sense to know the name of your roommate... Right?"
[Me]- "I don't have one. May I know yours?"
[Surtur]- "Surtur, like... The Fire Giant."
Well... it's not surprising that my roommate is problematic, a pyromaniac with me ... Great. We started to get along, he told me about his niece, and why he was in prison.
[Stupid question: Why was surtur in jail?]
A- Stole an ice cream machine.]
B- Burned some trees.]
C- He killed a policeman with a wrecking ball.]
D- Stole the mayor's car, and burned a fire station.]