CHAPTER 8 – HE IS A MAD MAN.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.

HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.

☠️ SORA ☠️

We lock eyes for the longest three seconds of my life. I almost shit myself when his gaze sweeps me over. From my head to my toes and back to my eyes. I feel like I’m being stripped naked with his mere gaze.

Scratch that! I feel like I’m set ablaze with his gaze.

Even the nerves in my body are too scared to flinch under his eye torture.

Then, A-Jun Hell Morgathor gets up to leave.

He just left.

My mind is running wild, I thought he is going to choke me to death, here and now, as he had always done in my dreams. Although I won’t blame him, with my broken knees, pale skin, and sweaty, tired body from running for my life for the past fifty minutes since I’ve been in this prison… I already don’t look alive.

He probably left me knowing that if I survive this night, it’d be a miracle.

My eyes search around promptly, and as soon as I ensure I’m all alone in the dark storage room… I collapse to the ground.

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I slowly open my eyes to the sound of a lady whisper-screaming my name, and pulling my body as if trying to shake me back into consciousness.

For a second, I lay there trying to remember where exactly I am in my life.

Right… I was running from a sea of angry, evil prisoners, and then I was caught in the center, so I flew across buildings.

Which was a completely foolish idea, and shattered my knees.

And then…

Then…

“A-Jun!” I gasp-scream, bouncing back to my senses as I fly to a sitting position. “That fucker was here! In flesh!”

“Shhh,” the lady beside me gestures in panic. Putting her index finger to her lips in a very dramatic way.

“Who the fuck are you?” I gasp, and she covers my mouth as if giving a strict last warning.

“It’s midnight, and prisoners are just outside the door to this storage room, waiting for you to make a sound, so they can pounce on you. They are asleep right now, but if we wake them up… we are dead!” she exclaims.

“That doesn’t answer who the fuck you are!” I retort, and she shh me with the finger to her lips gesture again.

“I’m Jane,” she whispers. “I’m sure you’ve been informed about me, Ma’am,”

“Jane?” I ask. “The planted security, Jane?”

“Keep your voice low, unless you want us dead.”

Now I’m whispering. “Ohh fuck, where have you been?”

“On the sideline…” she says truthfully. “Watching you get chased by hundreds.”

“Excuse you?” I say with my face twisted in disgust. “I thought your mission was to protect me?”

“And I thought yours was to stay low. What part of ‘stay out of everyone’s face’ do you not understand?” she snaps back, tuning her voice volume even lower, “You had just one thing to do, miss Sora. Just one. Stay. Low.”

“And I was doing just great! My entire bloody best until that prison nanny broadcasted my name to the entire prison. Ensuring every prisoner was fully briefed on my existence in this Hell Morgathor darn prison. She basically wrote my name in the skyline and even gave them a face to hunt. Now I’m doomed, in trouble… basically finished.”

“Plus… A-jun is here!” I add, breathing heavily as I force his name out of my lips. “Thought my mother said only a mad man would walk into the Hell Morgathor prison, especially if the man is a Hell Morgathor. He is a madman.”

Of course, he is a madman.

“Wait… how did you get in?” I ask curiously, snapping my gaze towards the door. And right as I might be… It’s still secured.

Jane leans closer to my ear, “Through the window. Spy shits to do.”

She sighs, looking around, then her gaze falls on the storage window. “We are not going out the window,” I say shortly, pressing my lips together firmly in determination.

She scoffs in mockery, “With your crippled knees? We’d better use the door. Can you walk?”

“Of course I can’t.” I retort, the expression on my face twisting in pain. “I think all the bones in my knees are broken.”

Jane pauses, taking a step back and holding her lips, before she releases them to speak, “With all due respect, what the hell were you thinking jumping? You could have died.”

I frown immediately, “I could fire you right now.”

“I’d be fucking glad,” she points out, reaching for her butt as she digs out something from her back pocket. “Anyways, I stole some cookies for you from the kitchen. I heard a rumor that sugar makes you feel better.”

“Shove it down your butt hole,” I whisper-snap. “Feel better, my ass, I feel like shit.”

Without bothering to argue with me, she throws a cookie in her mouth and quietly puts the remains back into her back pocket, “I could use the sugar myself,” she murmurs, but I can hear her loud and clear since we are in the middle of the night and everywhere is completely silent. With only our whisper echoing in the storage room.

“C’mon, we need to get you out of here while we can,” she says softly, and I roll my eyes.

“Never knew you had brains.”

“Did I do something to offend you? I’m trying to help you here.”

“Which is your fucking job.”

I try to stand, but as soon as I put pressure on my knees, I feel a heart-wrenching pain slap through my entire body, and un-intentionally, a scream bursts out of my lips.

Jane’s hand finds my mouth immediately, and she is pressing down to muffle the sound, “With all due respect… shut up!”

“Easy for you to say…” I muffle out, her hands still pressing tight on my lips. “I’m the one with broken knees.”

“And I’m the one who would be unfairly crucified with you if we are caught by angry prisoners who so much want you dead.”

I push her hands off my mouth, glaring at her before I take a deep breath to calm myself. She pisses me the extreme fuck off.

Inhaling sharply, “Are you sure it’s safe to leave now?” I ask.

She looks around before her gaze settles on me. “If you can see, you’d know that everyone is asleep…” She pauses, clearing her throat before she continues. “With the greatest of respect.”

Luckily, I’m trapped here in this prison; I would have had my soldiers snap her neck bone in half.

She reaches for the door and pulls it open, as gently as she can, trying to avoid any creaks that would wake the entire prison congregation, but the door doesn’t seem to be on our side at all, making the loudest creaks possible. Jane is struck stone still, her fingers trembling against the doorknob, while the prisoners just outside the door, waiting to ambush me, fling their heads in our direction in an instant.

On the ground behind her, my every muscle is suddenly arrested, held captive by the primal instinct that whispers, “Don’t move.”