The guard shrugged, "How could I know? Higher-ups decide to keep him. Maybe they have a use for him in the future."
"I guess so," the soldier replied nonchalantly, adopting the same attitude as the guard.
The soldier bid farewell to the guard, turning away from the prison entrance and making his way toward the docks.
His thoughts were focused on leaving this depressing island as soon as possible.
The longer he stayed, the more he felt the vitality seep out of his body.
The oppressive atmosphere of the island spurred his steps quicker.
As for those prisoners, they were no longer his concern.
....
The next day arrives.
The sun began its ascent, casting a tranquil morning glow over the island.
However, the tranquil atmosphere did little to lighten the oppressive mood that clung to the island.
The air remained heavy with the weight of despair just like in the previous day.
