“Sammy Jacinto, you have a visitor,” the chubby cell guard called out.
He clanked his wood police club against the steel bars of the prison cell, waking Sammy from his slumber on the cold floor. Since day one of being imprisoned, Sammy had spent his nights sleeping on the concrete floor blanketed with the comforter Renato brought for him. The space inside his new area was good for two people, but since there were not so many criminals in their area, he could enjoy the space for himself.
Technically speaking, he really didn’t enjoy it at all. His new chamber was a hostile host to a weary sleeper like him. The floor was hard and cold compared to his warm and comfy bed. It could be too melted inside when it was noontime because there was no proper ventilation inside, plus the air circulati
