"..."
I sat in the corner of the cell, silently observing the surroundings.
"Man, the atmosphere here is not good..."
Meanwhile, Damian can't shut the fuck up.
But annoying as he was, what he just said wasn't wrong.
'The tension in here is thick enough to choke on.'
I thought, glancing around.
Everyone was on edge. Small groups were already forming, seeking safety in numbers. Nobody trusted anyone.
'If we all just stay put and act civil, there won't be any trouble and we don't have to be nervous... We could just do our thing and survive.'
I stated in my head, being logical.
But I know that this wouldn't happen.
Because as I scanned the cell—
"Wooow~ look at those breasts~"
My eyes landed on a group of three men—early to mid-twenties—they were staring at the three women in the cell with obvious, predatory intent.
'Yeah… I don't think everyone here has that kind of common sense.'
I thought, slightly frowning.
