In Prison Cell

WARNING: Strong Language.

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"What master? Not until the heir takes the clan’s crown. We don’t have a master as of now! " ---Anonymous.

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"Haa!" Detective Val burst out looking for some fresh air to breathe, only to find himself locked up in some kind of prison cell with only a bed and a bucket inside.

Detective Val sat up straight and clenched both fists, seeing he could still move them. His gaze was fixed on his legs that should have been broken... "Ahh--" The detective tried to speak, but only the pain he felt and didn’t force it.

The last time he remembered was getting struck by a pen in his throat from a psychopath... Is he still alive?

‘I thought they meant to kill me.’ Although his legs weren’t that broken, he still couldn’t move them properly and it was hard for him to stand up. He didn’t try to.

He didn’t know why he was still alive---no...

He didn’t know why that psychopathic assassin let him alive... But there are things he found out and confirmed.

Miss Gizelle Heirbert, a