[8.12am. However, it was pointless as you had suffered irreparable damage from that forced soul search. You only had a second to glance at the jailer with hatred, knowing the real you would never spare his life and perished the next second.]
[Due to your death, the simulation has ended.]
Dalvin's expression had grown cold. These jailers really acted first and thought later, always soul searching anyone weaker than them forcefully. It was truly infuriating because even if they made a mistake, like they did in the simulation, there was no going back.
However, Dalvin had received a lot of information from this simulation, and he needed time to contemplate what everything meant. As such, he closed the system and took out some soda, leaning against the wall of his cell from atop his bed as he began to put everything together.
