There used to be a tradition at the base whenever new male prisoners arrived.
For some reason, it had been discontinued recently. However, no one knew why the guards suddenly decided they needed another form of entertainment.
After gathering all the men in the wide square, the guards stood before them and explained the so-called tradition.
Horror and disbelief spread across the prisoners' faces as they stared at the guards with wide eyes.
"What did they just say?" one of the men blurted out.
"Why are they doing this now?"
"Old Fool… do something."
Old Fool gritted his teeth as he stared ahead.
Even though one of his eyes was nearly blind, he could still make out the horrifying smiles on the guards' faces.
There was no mistaking them.
Beside him, Charm curled his hands into tight fists, his jaw clenched.
"What the fuck do they want now?" he hissed through gritted teeth.
