The Detainee’s Lawyer

In a detention cell of a prison in Lotus City where prisoners were held before their trial, Ezio lay on a single bed with his arm on his forehead. Though he was awake, his face was void of emotion. He was staring blankly at the white ceiling of the cell that was decorated with what looks like blood, or whatever kind of body fluids from who knows how many prisoners. 

Unlike other cells that held three to six men, Ezio was alone in his cell. Either it was a privilege or the cops knew of his reputation as a violent man so they instinctively isolated him from others to avoid violence inside the cells, which most of the time is inevitable. 

People who were held in detention cells tended to become snappy, easily agitated, and violent. Especially when provoked. With the uncertainty of whether they were going to be released or proceed to trial and then later on sent to a maximum-security prison, it was impossible to be calm. 

But Ezio was surprisingly calm.