The second death row inmate was sent to the mansion. Just like the previous wretch, it was entirely voluntary, and still, the inmates had to fight over this opportunity.
If they managed to survive the experiment, their death sentence would be commuted to a life sentence, and they'd be dispatched to a mine or quarry to happily dig or smash rocks for a lifetime, with food and lodging provided and medical care free, armed security to ensure safety, as long as they didn't try to escape. For those burdened with blood debts like these villains, dying a natural death without illness was considered a blessing.
Amnesty release was simply not an option. If a mistake was made, one had to pay the price, even a greater price, to make amends.
This time, the death row inmate had a stronger psyche than the previous one; he at least didn't shiver under the gaze of the juvenile female Metallic Dragon, sitting quietly cross-legged in a corner, awaiting his final fate.
