CHAPTER 24 – INSEPARABLE FROM MY ENEMY.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.

HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.

☠️ SORA ☠️

My leg hurts. I’ve followed A-Jun to every existing corner and storage room in this prison. Either he’s reading a book or making a call, I’m always right next to him, like his shadow. I’m even shocked he hasn’t already killed me. I’m definitely dirt under his toenail.

“I’ve sold my self-respect, pride, and shame, only to survive this messed-up place,” I puff out, staring into the void with tired eyes. “A shower would definitely make me feel better.”

“Do you know what time A-Jun showers?” I ask, turning my gaze to face Jane, we are standing just outside my cell room, a place not too far from A-Jun, who is inside the cell. If anything happens, I can easily just run in.

One mile away from A-Jun, and it’s my funeral.

“Why would you ask me that?” she snaps.

I can tell something is going on with her, but solving mine comes first, then hers later. I don’t care.

“Aren’t you like my right-hand woman? You should figure things out before I even ask,” I retort but she doesn’t say anything, so I take a deep breath and rearrange my answer to be more reasonable. “Because I need to shower! I can’t be caught being away from him.”

“Ask him to go with you,” Jane responds carelessly.

I gawk at her with a face that says, ‘Does this bitch even know the fuck she’s saying?’

“It’d be easier to mob the ocean,” I blurt out.

“Then don’t shower,” she responds without glancing at me.

I put all my weight on one leg, my right arm resting on my waist, “Can you hear yourself bark right now?” I fire.

“I can’t possibly go with you. We’d both die,” she fires back. “Just ask him to go with you.”

“Even if he agrees to go with me, that means he will see me naked,” I whisper-scream, trying to make her see my point.

“What’s wrong with that? You’re enemies.”

“Precisely! Plus, he’s my cousin… It’s just… I’ll die from shame if he actually sees me naked.”

“Risk it. Go alone. If you aren’t caught. Good for you. if you’re caught… rest in peace.”

“I hate you so much. Fine! I’ll risk it. Just know that if I’m caught by angry prisoners and beaten to death… you’re as good as a walking corpse.”

“Just ask him to fucking go with you,” Jane yells.

“No!” I yell back. “I would literally rather be strapped to a rocket, launched straight into a black hole, and have my existence compressed into a single, microscopic point of pure, agonizing regret.”

“I’m not in the mood for this, Don’s daughter. I honestly have my own problems to deal with in this prison.”

“Why?” I ask, intrigued. “Did something happen? Did someone also put a bounty on your head as they did mine?”

“Not exactly, but close,” Jane sighs. “My cellmate was changed.”

“And why should that be an issue? Why would you care about something so trivial like that?”

“Because the new cellmate is King Kaito!!!” She roars, looking like she's close to breaking down in tears.

I forget my mouth open for a minute, while Jane just covers her face with her palms, looking so pitiful. “And worse… he’s taking the lower bunk bed. Which is my bed!”

“Alright, J, just die. I’ll explain to my mother that you committed suicide due to frustration and depression. We’d hold a mass funeral to honor you for your bravery.”

“This is all your fault,” Jane takes her hands off her face and faces me.

I hold my hands up dramatically, “That’s one big accusation, I’m as powerless as you are in this prison, I didn’t change your cellmate.”

Silence sits between us for a while as we are both soaked in our own worries.

I clear my throat and she glances tiredly at me, “So where are you sleeping tonight?” I ask calmly.

“I’m thinking the library,” she says tiredly. I doubt she got any sleep last night… she looks exhausted for the first time since she has been in this prison.

“Go for it!" I encourage. "I’ll sleep in my cell room, hoping A-Jun doesn’t un-head me tonight,” I say, sighing in frustration, and she nods. “Let’s survive tonight.”

“You’re still going to shower tonight alone, aren’t you?” she asks, glancing at A-Jun, who is still in the cell, not giving a fuck about either of us.

I nod, “Of course, a cold water on my skin would do a lot of good to my mental, physical, and spiritual health at the moment.”

“Don’t turn on the light, that way no one would see you,” Jane advises, and I frown.

“How am I supposed to see myself then?”

“You’ve got to manoeuver. If you leave the light on, any passerby could see you and alert the others. But if the lights are off. They’d know someone is taking a shower, but can’t tell who.”

“What if someone is already in there, but I can’t see them because the lights are off?” I ask, squeezing my face.

“Who’d be taking a shower with the lights off???” Jane retorts, and I scoff in mockery.

“Huh… Someone who thinks like you. Thank you for the advice, but I’d rather leave the light on.”

Jane nods, making a prayer sign in front of her chest, “Alright, rest in peace.”

“I could wish you the same. Remember to turn the library lights off. If correctional officers find you, they would drag you right back to your cell,” I blurt out, pressing my lips together.

☠️

“Don’t turn on the light, my ass,” I murmur to myself as my leg kicks something really strong; I’m sure it bruised me.

I put my arms out, trying to maneuver the space. Things would be much easier for me if A-Jun were here with me.

If only I could get him to listen, corporate and just stay close, while I take this shower.

I hit my leg again, and I yelp, harder this time. My hand brushes something, and I hold on to it. Okay, this is a shower head… It’s definitely a shower head.

How the hell does the blind manage being blind? Now I’m beginning to feel sorry for them. They can’t see the sun, the moon, or the stars, which are so beautiful.

And they also have to walk into the bathroom with their hands dramatically stretched out like mine, kicking several things in an attempt to just shower.

God please heal them, no one deserves to go through this for one second, not to speak about for the rest of their lives.

I grab the shower head like my life depends on it, knowing that if I lose it, I wouldn’t find it again in this thick darkness. I turn on the shower.

The cold water hits my scalp, and I couldn’t stop myself from making a moaning sound. This definitely makes me feel a lot better.

I stand in the shower for roughly thirty minutes, or is it an hour? I wouldn’t know. Once done, I quickly put on my clothes, which I had put just beside me to avoid searching for them, and I returned to my cell, not failing to kick a few more things and yelping on my way out.

☠️

I slept like I drank a sleeping potion. It must have been the shower, or something else, but… it was a good sleep.

As I open my eyes, the first thing I rush to look at is the lower bed, and yep… A-Jun is so not on the bed.

Turns out, it wasn't a good sleep. It was a bad one.

I rush to get up, jumping down from my bunk.

Tell me I’m screwed without telling me I’m screwed.

Just then, I notice prisoners matching towards my cell, they are about thirty in number.

My eyes widen in horror as I realize today’s going to be a terrible day. Oh God, I don’t want to die.

Where did A-Jun fucking go????