Sakurai
Through the cold hallway of the dark and gloomy prison, Ouka Sakurai silently followed behind a police officer to a particular room. That room—which is called the prison visiting room—is deemed by many people as a place to bring back lost and old memories of the prisoner and their loved ones. A mother seeing her son, siblings quarrelling with each other with tears in their eyes, and a longing look inside a father’s eyes as he missed his child’s homely presence. Sakurai’s intention wasn’t included in all of the clauses. After all, he’s here in this very prison just to meet one person, a person who he hated the most with his whole body and soul.
“Number 3427, you’re in!” The rough voice of a prison warden echoed at a distance, following with a loud bellow of a siren and a banging s
