"Hurry up! He's still breathing!"
"G-Got it!"
"Be careful with his head, it's badly injured!"
A group of guards and staff members rushed into the cell, lifting up the bloodied body of the man I had bashed nearly to death.
They were scrambling—panicking even—trying to stabilize him, to preserve his life if possible.
And me—
"..."
I just sat there, watching them carry him away.
Letting the chaos unfold around me.
Letting the tension thicken.
Then—
Swoosh—
The cell door slid shut behind them.
And with that—
"..."
Silence.
We were all left alone in the cell.
No guards or whatsoever.
No one said a word.
The air inside the cell had grown heavy. Suffocating, even.
Everyone was frozen, like they were afraid even their breathing might catch my attention.
'Hmm... it worked even better than I had expected.'
I muttered to myself internally.
What I did wasn't just on impulse. It was calculated.
