Pew... Pew... Pew...
Although aiming became more difficult with the target, Rajah aimed for headshots—nothing more, nothing less.
Countless bodies fell to the ground with bullet holes in their foreheads. In times like this, he really believed that old model guns were far better than the new ones.
Swish–!
For the second time today, Rajah felt blood rain down over his black hair. Encender had just taken out someone who was trying to attack him from behind.
The medium-skinned man felt a paralyzing fear in his bones as he slowly turned his head backward to look at his leader, whom he thought was going to mock him.
Nonetheless, Encender raised an interesting suggestion, "You focus on killing as much as you can, and I will defend you from the prison guards."
'My darling is back to me!' Rajah cried from joy in his heart, nodding at the immediate suggestion.
...
Outside the X Block, Meron was punching down the rubble blocking the F Block, tears streaming down her rectangular-shaped face.
She wanted to know why such a loving person like Hein would dare betray her at the moment she needed him the most.
'Was I Bobby from the story of The Wise Fox Judge? And was he the fox who saved me from the tiger only to eat me up in the end?'
What tore her apart the most was the fact that she didn't die, even after the man she loved shot her in both her hearts.
She was confident that Tito knew the reason why she was still alive. That being said, she didn't want to see that man, as he would be going like, "I told you so."
Meron gritted her teeth in frustration and roared, "If you knew something, then why didn't you tell me!"
It was useless shouting like that, as Tito's voice rang in her head every time he badmouthed Hein.
Bam–!
She hit the rubble again, and it was her knuckles that got hurt. They had cracked, but she still threw another punch with her right hand.
"Shit!" she cursed in pain.
As if her blood had stopped moving, she fell to the ground on her knees. At that moment, she never believed that she would stand up again.
Her green eyes became dim; she could see things ahead of her, but they all turned into a deep ocean that she kept sinking into.
The word "why" kept escaping her lips, as if her tongue were a DJ on repeat.
The more she tried to forget it, the more she reminded herself of how good the moments she spent with Hein had been.
'Maybe if my body had stayed the same, he would have never s–'
"This is an easy target."
The robust, hoarse voice that came from behind the yellow-skinned girl stopped her from falling deeper into the darkness.
Without even looking at the owner of the voice, Meron declared, "Get lost, I don't have time to entertain you."
A smile quickly raised in the air as the man in the navy uniform seemed to agree with this. "I'm afraid I won't be able to do so."
"Then die!" Meron roared, and a barrage of lightning currents tore apart the air around her.
Crack–!
As the lightning shot up to the ceiling of the prison's first floor, the unexpected guest electrified his whole body to evade the attack.
...
Just like Tito, Layla found herself in an illusion. However, unlike the man of fire, she immediately noticed something was off the moment she stopped arguing with Tito.
Now she found herself stationed in a cold, snowy mountain. The cold was so intense that Layla trembled, and her teeth couldn't help but clash against each other.
It felt as if a drug had been induced in her; Layla couldn't feel half of her body, as she began to become a pillar of frost.
From the moment this scenario started, she never had a chance to even work. The temperature was so far below, freezing, that meat wouldn't take a minute to freeze.
'Just what the hell is wrong with this place?' her mind pondered.
Layla knew that if she kept such thoughts in her mind, she would slowly lose herself. It was akin to staring at the sun or swimming in an endless ocean.
As she wandered through her thoughts, she was consumed by the ice until she stopped thinking.
...
Still on the second floor, Tito was keeping his cool as he looked eye to eye with the man who had ruined his life.
'These kinds of illusions are generated from a person's mind. Everything they say is something within my heart, meaning they can't say anything I don't know,' Tito thought as he leaned against the glass walls.
'If so, then I can meet up with Lexi again if this illusion continues.'
At the end of that thought, the twin clone grinned at the original. "It must be difficult to look at the man who killed your wife right in the eye."
"..."
Seeing Tito's silence, the clone felt a little boastful. "If you were a second earlier, you might have saved her. Oh! Wait! You might have saved her and your unborn daughter."
Tito hit the glass walls behind him with a bang as he yelled, "Shut up! Stop saying that!"
Seeing the frustration on the original's face, the clone chuckled with delight. It was a rare sight to see Tito this frustrated.
Trying to sprinkle salt in Tito's wounds, the clone added, "You should have seen the way she cried when she realized that I wasn't you. In her mind, you are the one who killed her, not me. Kekeke..."
Tito clenched his fists, showing that he was only one step away from punching his clone. However, he suddenly burst into a fit of laughter that echoed throughout the glass cube.
He hid his smile behind his palm and said, "How much of that do you think was true? I wonder how much of that is a figment of my imagination."
The illusion clone developed cracks over its body and shattered into bits with a loud cracking sound.
The Galactic Prison had failed to exploit Tito's memories, as half of them were all made up by Tito.