"Try to do anything funny here, and back to solitary confinement you go again, fish."
"W—"
"Stop talking!"
Rhys has probably lost count of how many times he has been shoved because he breathes. But of course, it wasn't anything he hadn't already gone through in the Underworld Corps — the circumstances now are just different since his life was practically under their whims.
He had tried feeling whatever they injected in the side of his neck while he was in isolation, but there was nothing there at all. Perhaps it wasn't some sort of chip at all, but some sort of poison? If it was…
…then wouldn't it have already been extinguished by his [Arise] skill?
"Move!"
