"Everybody shut up!"
A prisoner wearing iron clothes hit the cell bars with a baton in his hand.
The entire prison was dark and damp, the air filled with the stench of blood.
"Officer, no midnight snack tonight?"
"Go eat rats!"
"In this godforsaken place, we've already eaten all the damned rats!"
The inmates grumbled unhappily, followed by the sound of punching and kicking from within the cell.
A gaunt man was tied to a bed, his body twisted from the beating by four inmates; his face was unrecognizable.
"Prisoner 311, come out, go to solitary."
The prison officer glanced at the tormentor coldly, just happening to pass by.
Everything that happened in the cell had nothing to do with him—as long as these beasts didn't cause trouble for the prison or him. How they bit each other was none of his concern.
"Why, why do I have to go to that hellhole?!" The tormentor roared in protest, charging over and slamming into the bar, his head banging against it.
