"Are you awake?"
As Dean was processing the information in his mind, a woman's voice came from nearby.
Dean turned his head slightly. An older woman in a white lab coat, flanked by two burly prison guards, was walking into the room. She looked at Dean with undisguised disgust.
However, judging by the prison guards' attitude, the two men clearly weren't wary of Dean.
Dean sat up, touching his head. "Yes, I'm awake. What happened to me? For some reason, my head feels dizzy, and it seems I've forgotten what happened before."
He wasn't clear about the situation yet. Keeping his mouth shut and playing it by ear was undoubtedly the better choice.
However, Dean had been overthinking things.
The prison guard who had followed the female doctor in spoke casually, "There was a bloody conflict in your room. You and one other person are the only survivors. But that luck ends here. Actually, even if you hadn't woken up, we were already preparing to move you to a new room."
