A HUNDRED FOUR

Hunter was ushered out of his cage into the courtroom. After a week in jail, now Hunter looks so messy and ugly. His face was pale and shabby. The dark circles under his eyes were very dark. Hunter let his sideburns grow wildly on his face so that he looked like an old hermit who had just been taken out of a cave. Hunter's hands were handcuffed behind his back. Hunter took a deep breath in the scent of the courtroom and felt a tinge of relief that he could finally smell something other than the rotting smell of rotting prison food.

Two policemen gently pushed Hunter's shoulders and pressed him to sit on the prison chair. Not many were present at his trial. Hunter didn't even expect anyone to come. But suddenly his eyeballs met Mila's eyeballs who were looking at him gloomily. Mila's face was somber and it looked like she had been wallowing in sadness for so long that there were no traces of joy on her face. Hunter's breath caught when he learned that Mila was present at the trial thi