The memories above were not pleasant ones.
"No, that's not right," someone said.
But soon, someone within the group noticed something was amiss.
This shuttle appeared even more high-end.
Larger and more advanced than the one that had transported them.
So what level of prisoner was being transported on this shuttle?
Including the prison police, everyone was now curious about this question.
As the shuttle slowly landed on the ice plains, the cabin door opened.
The answer was revealed.
A middle-aged man with hair half black and half white, sporting a stern face, walked out from inside.
"So it's him! I knew he'd have his day!" someone exclaimed on the spot.
"Are you freaking out of your mind?" another retorted immediately.
Because the middle-aged man was none other than the warden of the superpower prison.
Clearly, the warden was there to escort a prisoner.
But exactly what level of prisoner required the transfer with a high-end shuttle plus the warden himself?
