A dark, damp, and cold cell, surrounded on three sides by windowless concrete walls, with only one side being a grille wall with a visitor window and an iron door.
A man dressed in prison clothes sits in the center of the cell on an iron chair, with bright incandescent light hanging above his head.
The room is suffused with the smell of metal and rubber, making the concrete gray walls seem even more oppressive, ominous, and cold.
This is the interrogation room at Prison No.11 in Yavente City, where just a week ago, war criminals of the Southern Legion and servants of Teil were questioned.
And at this moment, the prisoner being interrogated in the room is a Disciple of the Enlightenment Society.
Two Vellante guards are sitting left and right outside the interrogation room by a desk.
Not understanding the situation, they still thought this guy was just an ordinary petty thief, and the big guy playing bad cop shouted with eyes like copper bells.
