"Go on in, this will be your new home from now on."
The prison of West Sail Port.
This fortress built of granite is probably one of the few buildings in the West Sail Harbor District that hasn't been baptized by gunfire.
The floor he was on was located in the deepest part of the prison underground — used to hold felons.
Hearing the jailer's sarcastic remarks behind him, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group couldn't be bothered with this small fry and walked in calmly.
He looked left and right, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
The cell was very simple, and simply real. It only had a toilet and a bed, with the toilet right next to the bed. While eating, you might even have to place the bowl on the toilet lid.
The walls on all four sides were pitch black, with not even a window for ventilation, and the few air ducts were on the ceiling outside the bars.
Are they trying to stink me to death here...
The Old Soldier couldn't help but complain in his heart.
