CHAPTER 11 – MORE AND MORE THREATS ASIDE THE MAIN THREAT.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.

HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.

☠️ SORA ☠️

“You’ll be fine,” Jane tries to assure me, walking to the side of the hospital bed, she sits and throws a piece of paper on my lap.

“What the fuck is this?” I growl, picking up the paper. “Another letter?”

“As if,” Jane retorts, wiping sweat off her chin with the back of her hand. “A plan to survive this place. I did my research before your arrival.”

I toss the paper away tiredly, and Jane begins to explain her wonderful plan.

“There are people you must watch out for with your life, people you should never, ever, cross.”

As if I don’t already know that.

“First on the list, Sir A-jun Hell Morgathor, I’m sure you already know that,” she says.

I nod, snapping my gaze towards her, “Yes, I do! You’re just repeating what I already know. Stay clear of A-Jun… I get it. I’d rather sit on a cactus than share the same air with him… again.”

“Good,” Jane says. Getting up from the bed, she walks over to a chair, sitting facing me with her legs crossed. Second on the list is Kaito.”

“Kaito?” I ask. “Who the fuck is Kaito?”

“He is a Japanese prisoner; he committed massacre, terrorism, and a lot of atrocities,” Jane announces.

“That’s a lot of crime.” I chip in.

“I’m afraid that’s not all. He also entombs people alive while they are conscious. Although there was nothing to prove it in court… we all know he did it. If not worse,” Jane says. Getting up from the chair, she begins to pace around the room, her eyes not leaving me. “Allegedly, he invites people over for a nice dinner. Once the victim is paralyzed by a drug hidden in the drink, he turns the dining room into a slaughterhouse. He slowly uses a simple kitchen knife to peel away the victim’s skin in small stripes, like he is preparing a meal. He does this while talking calmly about their day, showing no emotions at all. When the floor becomes a lake of deep red, Kaito doesn’t clean it. He just steps through the puddles, leaving bloody footprints all over the house while the victim is forced to watch their own body be taken apart piece by piece.”

“That’s… hilarious...”

“He is the king of prison. Once he marks you…” she cuts me off, tilting her head to a side. “Just jump in a lake of fire and burn until there’s nothing for him to recognize you with as his enemy. It wouldn’t be funny if he decides to punish you himself.”

“Great.” I scuff. “More and more threats.”

Jane pauses from pacing around, then continues talking, “Every single penis-gendered creature in this prison would do anything to win points from him to get on his good side. If you become the fish… they’ll do everything to hunt you down.”

I raise my shoulder and let it fall, “They are already hunting me down.”

“Yep! Now imagine if you get on his bad side and make things even worse.”

She pauses for a while, inhale sharply and then continues, “The third person is Hana, the queen of prison. She’s half American and half Korean. In 2014, she walked into a crowd and started a bloodshed no one could stop. All by herself, she killed two hundred people in minutes. She didn’t use big machines or loud guns; she just moved through them like a ghost. Police found it impossible for one woman to do so much damage alone... Not every exit was locked, and yet not one person survived to tell what happened. It was a total slaughter that left the whole world in shock,” Jane explains, trying not to miss a single detail. “She has no gang whatsoever, so rumors say she works with ghosts.”

“Hilarious again!” I say with a short laugh.

“Duh! You mean... Horrifying! It’s much, more, scarier if the rumor is false. That means she did kill 200 people in minutes all on her own. Killing one ‘you’ would take half a second, equivalent to the blink of one eye. So… Stay. The. Extreme. Fuck. Away. From. Her.”

I sigh hopelessly, and Jane rushes towards me, shaking my shoulders as if shaking hope and strength into me.

“How much do you want to survive?” she asks, blinking poppy eyes at me.

I tilt my head to a side in confusion, “How do you mean?”

“In the range of 1-10, how much do you want to survive this prison?” she presses.

“Hmm,” I mumble. “A one and a quarter?”

She lets go of my shoulders and takes two steps back, “A one and a quarter!!!” she snaps. “Do you even hate being here?”

“With my life!” I snap back. “But, being someone who hates false hopes and disappointments, I’d prefer to remain logical. There’s absolutely no fucking way I’d survive in a place where every single breathing creature is after my life.”

I let out a soft scoff and push myself down, lying sideways on the bed as if I’d lost all hope. “They’d be everywhere I turn to, every corner I hide, every step I take would be full of broken glasses and eggshells. They’ll turn every breath I take into toxin and every flower I hold into thorns. I cannot survive this place! Let alone for three years. I think a one and a quarter out of ten is fair.”

“But what if you survive?” Jane presses, walking over to the side of the room I’m now facing.

“That’s a very little amount of if,” I retort, slamming my eyes shut. “Now, please get out of my face.”

“You have to fight! Don’s Daughter! Like your mother said, how would you rule Hell Morgathor if you can’t even survive this prison? The world of the Mafia is a world for the strong. Hell Morgathor itself is a big name! It’s the second biggest Mafia in the whole of South Korea. You already have the title, now you have to fight!”

I roll my eyes and remain mute while she continues.

“Well, I want to survive. I’m still but a child, I have a lot of experiences I still want to experience, and the Don has sworn to kill me if you do not survive. So you’d better fucking survive.”

That sounds more like a threat than a speech.

I sigh and turn towards the other side of the bed, and Jane quickly walks over to face me again, “I thought the Don, who is my mother, rules Hell Morgathor prison?”

“On the outside cupcake,” she scuffs. “In here, she has no power. They’d skin her alive herself if she dares to walk in here.”

“I don’t think she’ll be so pleased to hear that.”

Jane nods, “I wouldn’t be pleased either to know thousands of people I locked up want me dead.”

I sigh for the umpteen time, and Jane snaps her head towards me, “Can you please stop sighing? It’s discouraging.”

Now she’s the one sighing, “I’d say, since you have the survival instincts of a startled goat, it’s probably best to play dead until the situation blows over. Shrink into the background! It can’t be that hard. I know your ego usually requires a parade, but for once, try to master the act of being invisible so we don’t end up in a wooden box, with cotton pugged into our ears and nose…”

“For fuck sake… just say dead,” I interrupt. “Saying the word wouldn’t kill us.”

“Dead!” she yells. “So we don’t end up dead! Do we have an agreement?”