Cheng Bo Jing cocked his head to the side as he stared at the man in front of him. His hands were through the bars, his wrists resting on the metal, and his fingers relaxed.
He looked like he had all the time in the world.
Huh.
"I take it you haven't been here long then," grunted Cheng Bo Jing, shaking his head as he went to 'work' on the lock in front of him.
"A year? Maybe two? I am not sure, honestly. Time seems to stand still here," grunted the man, and Cheng Bo Jing nodded his agreement. It was like they were in a time warp or something. Even those who had only been here for a short while thought it was longer.
But that was relativity, right? When you were courting a girl, an hour felt like a minute and when you are standing on hot coals a minute seemed like an hour.
