Liberty

"Have you heard?"

"The Red Squad is going to attack the prison? What's the reason?"

"Don't be naïve, why would you believe such rumors? The Red Squad is just a bunch of kids."

"It's not a rumor. I just overheard the prison guards chatting while I was working in the laundry room. They said that the members of the Red Squad are assembling, not sure if they're coming for us though."

"Really? ..."

Gretto Yegg passed through the corridor with his tray, his gaze calm, as he queued up for his special meal.

After a morning of labor, the inmates were covered in a film of Bai Shuang. The temperature inside seemed far colder than the prison guard's so-called minus ten degrees. Fingers almost dared not bend, and people clutched their hands under their armpits as if they had just placed ice cubes atop their hearts. Suddenly, everyone snapped out of the exhaustion from the heavy physical labor.