CHAPTER 22 – YOU’VE GOT TO SAVE ME, ENEMY.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.

HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.

☠️ SORA ☠️

The prison dining hall erupts into a ballroom of chaos, every step I take is a prisoner trying to drag me towards themselves. I feel like a price, like a sacrifice for peace.

“This isn’t funny!” I scream as I take one long jump across two tables.

“Run Don’s Daughter!” I can hear Jane screaming from behind. Is she trying to become the prisoner’s enemy or what? She should just shut it.

A prisoner drags me with my jacket from behind, and I let him have it, taking the jacket off in an instant and sprinting forward.

In front of me, prisoners slam the door shut, trapping me in the dining hall.

Holy shit!

I turn around, rushing under a table.

A female prisoner grabs my leg and drags me out. I kick, and she falls to the ground, but another bastard is waiting in front. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me up. Throwing me at the center of the crowd.

I land on my back, whincing in pain. They all rush towards me, making me feel like I’m at the center of a zombie apocalypse, and I’m the only surviving human about to be torn apart.

Two people pick me up, and I’m standing straight. A man lands a punch on my gut, and at the same time, a female prisoner lands a clean slap on my chin.

My lips tear from the effect of the slap, and I bend from the effect of the punch.

“Your mother put us in here! We deserve revenge for ruining our lives!” a lady who obviously holds a lot of grudge against my mother screams, landing me another slap that forces blood out of my lips.

You're here because you committed a crime... morons.

“Die!” they all say in unison, hitting their tables to create a very horrifying rhythm.

“Die!”

“Die!”

“Dieeeeee!”

I lick my torn lips, wincing in pain as soon as my tongue touches the wound. Then, I clutch my chest in a very dramatic way.

“Goodbye, cruel world!” I say softly, with a drop of tear falling down the side of my eyes. “I am melting… fading… system error…”

I begin to fall to the ground in slow motion.

Suddenly, I freeze, going back up in an instant, “Just kidding. I’m literally a robot. You’re stuck with me.”

Die my ass.

I dig out one of the pepper sprays I hid in my body this morning, and I spray the set of people in front of me. They cover their eye, giving me space to flee, and I do.

They pour after me. I run knowing my life depends on it. If they catch me… I’m dead.

In front of me, just a mile away, is A-Jun, focusing on his meal. The evil bastard couldn’t care less if I’m killed and my flesh is shared equally among the prisoners.

I reach him and rush under his table. The rest of the prisoners stop dead in their tracks.

A-Jun doesn’t move; he simply keeps eating like nothing was happening, and honestly, I wouldn’t mind a bite myself.

I’m fucking starving, I feel like my stomach would split in two equal halves.

King Kaito couldn't even let me take one bite before he threw my whole tray of innocent rice and kimchi off the table. Screw him.

I tug at A-jun’s trousers from under the table. He glances angrily at me.

Swallowing hard, I open my mouth wide, point at it, point at his food, then rub my tummy.

That should send him a clear message that I’m dying of starvation.

He hisses, returning to eating his meal... selfish goat.

The prison goes quiet in an instant. I glance at the prisoners who were desperately chasing after me; they are still frozen just a few steps away.

They must really fear A-Jun so much. Good for me.

One of them tries to tiptoe towards me, to drag me out of A-Jun’s table. One glance from A-Jun and he quietly returns.

Luckily, it went viral in the prison that A-Jun kills anyone who bothers him. Although I’m the one bothering him at the moment, he already wants to kill me, so it makes zero difference. Unless, now, he might kill me quicker.

A-Jun finishes his meal and gets up. I push my head out from under the table, ready to follow.

I don’t care where he’s going. I’m so desperate, I’m certain I’ll follow him into the toilet to poop.

He walks away from the table, and I crawl out.

I’m an inch close to getting glued to him; I can feel the warmth of his body, and I’m sure he can feel mine too. I don’t care how uncomfortably awkward this feels… surviving this dining hall comes first.

A-Jun walks out of the dining hall, and I’m right behind him. Really close.

He walks into our cell, and I follow like a compelled fool.

Suddenly, he turns around and drags me by the neck. I’m between him and the bunk. I can see the boiling emotions in the back of his eyes, but I can’t tell what it is.

“If you keep following me like this… I’ll actually kill you,” He says coldly.

“If I don’t follow you like this… I’ll actually die,” I retort.

He takes one step closer, and I press my back to the bunk to create distance between us, it didn't help, “Don’t make me kill you quicker than I plan to and stay the fuck away from me,” he threatens.

I scratch the back of my ear. He releases me and walks out of the cell. I clear my throat and prepare to follow.

That threat won’t work on me. If I don’t follow, I’m as good as dead anyway.

I jump after him, and I think he’s... furious.

He turns around swiftly, balling his hands into a fist by his sides, and grinding his teeth together so hard I can see movements in his jaw.

“I said stay away!”

Yep… he’s definitely FURIOUS.

Well, thank you for your suggestion, A-jun…, but I can’t afford to do that.

"For me not to follow, you might have to kill me right now."