The iron curtain was completely lowered. The light from the fire shone into the space behind the bars, showing a figure kneeling on one knee on the floor.
Ricky and Samel stood before the prison cell and stared at him. Thales narrowed his eyes, and saw the man in the prison cell clearly under the flickering light.
A middle-aged man knelt on the floor behind the bars. He placed his palms on his chest, and shook his head continuously as he continued talking to himself.
"Of course, I will shoulder my duty, I will face my own sins…"
It was as though he did not hear the sound of the iron curtains coming down and did not see the brilliance of the light from the fire.
Thales looked at that man in a daze. 'No wonder Ricky said he sounded like he's praying. But... what's he doing?'
Ricky and Samel shot each other another glance. Their puzzlement clearly seen in their eyes.
