Unfortunately, the killer was like a cat toying with a mouse, cruelly and mercilessly staring at the terrified prison guard. He grinned at him, the curved blade in his hand gleaming with a cold light as he took steps toward the guard.
Just as the prison guard was about to lose his life, the sound of police sirens suddenly echoed from inside the prison.
"How could the police have arrived so quickly? Could it be that Number 8 has made a mistake?"
The assassin frowned and stopped taunting the prison guard. He was about to finish the guard off with one stroke when he suddenly felt a chill in his back, and a black figure quietly appeared behind him.
