Prison Visits
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"You're Silhouette's nephew?"
Walking into the meeting room, through a window of perforated glass, Aiden saw a boyish teenager who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, his only distinctive feature being a scar on his face.
He didn't take a seat at the front of the glass window, which was for the prisoners, and he had no intention of talking to the other man for long; as warden, he wouldn't normally just meet directly with the families of prisoners in order to avoid suspicion.
"Are you ...... the leader here?" The teenager looked quite a bit nervous.
"Yes, I am the warden here. What exactly is your relationship with Silk Rein? From what we've learnt, she doesn't have any nephews at all."
"I, I'm ...... a friend of her son." The teen stammered in reply.
Aiden noticed the unnatural tightness in the teenager's mannerisms, and looking at the scars on the other man's face, he associated them with Silk Rein's son's background and suddenly understood a few things.
"A friend from the g**g?" Aiden tried to guess.
The teenager's eyes widened slightly, then he admitted, "Yes, we, are good brothers."
Just like what Aiden thought, this teenager was also from the g**g, and the main reason why he was nervous like this when he saw him was because of this uniform he was wearing.
"So, looking after her son for her? That's quite righteous. But right now Silhouette is under confinement and can't meet as a rule, so it's useless for you to look for me." Aiden clasped his hands together.
"She's in solitary confinement because ......," the teenager asked hesitantly.
"Didn't the prison guard who received you tell you that? She tried to attack another inmate in prison. Since you know her friend, it stands to reason that you should know why she's in prison, right?" Aiden replied.
"She's still trying to kill Miss Carmilla. ......" The teenager lowered his eyes, his voice a little despondent.
"Hmm?" Aiden sensed something was wrong.
Since the teenager was Silk Rein's son's friend in the g**g, he should be well aware that Carmilla was the murderer who killed his friend.
But listening to this name and tone of voice, he didn't seem to hold any grudges against Carmilla.
"Uh ......" the teenager reacted at once and quickly returned to normal, "So when can I, when can I see her? Also, I brought some money and stuff ......"
"There are still six days left in confinement, you can come back next week, the stuff can't be brought in now, and ...... there's no point in keeping it for now." Aiden returned in a businesslike tone, "There's something I need to tell you first, she's running out of time."
The teenager stood up from his seat at his shock, "Execution, execution?"
"No, it's her own time limit that's almost up. She's been made this inhuman by black magic, and the duration of that magic is almost at its limit. In less than two months at the longest, she'll disappear from this world." Aiden explained to the dumbfounded teenager, "If you're still planning to meet, you'd better do it before it's too late."
"......" the teenager stood frozen in place, unable to speak.
"That's the way it is, you'll be going back today." Having delivered the important message, Aiden turned and left the meeting room.
"That!" The teenager hurriedly called out to Aiden, the words coming completely out of his mouth.
"What else?" Aiden looked back for a moment.
The teenager looked like he was about to say something, hesitating in place for a while before finally swallowing back what he wanted to say, "No, it's fine."
Aiden left the meeting room straight away, and on this side of the glass wall, the teenager hung his head and shuffled out, memories of the past coming back to him in his blank mind-
"That's the boys, big sis, the rats that groped the warehouse." The man's rough voice rang out in the warehouse.
In the dimly lit warehouse, several large, murderous men surrounded the two teenagers who were tied up.
The teenagers were forced to sit on their knees, and directly in front of them lay a huge wooden crate on which the man in charge here sat with his legs crossed, condescendingly judging them.
The Bloodhound g**g Cadre, Carmilla.
"Two rookies also dare to touch the field that the old lady is watching, I'm really being looked down upon."
Carmilla had a handmade thinly rolled cigarette in her mouth and unhurriedly struck a match to light it.
Carmela hangs out to dry the two men, calmly gulping down the smoke, the two teenagers hanging their heads do not dare to look up, they know very well, their lives, now in the hands of this person in front of them.
They come from the old city g**g "Skull and Bones" which is competing with the Bloodhands g**g for territory, and were forced by the cadres directly under them to come to the warehouse guarded by the Bloodhands g**g to spy on the goods hidden here.
Today is the day they will be in big trouble.
In order to serve as a sufficient deterrent, the gangs basically would not be soft on people from rival gangs who fell into their hands, and it was common for them to have their eyes gouged out, one of their ears cut off, and sent back with missing arms and legs.
Or, is directly from this world of people evaporate, even half of the bones will not be found.
From the very beginning, they were the outcasts of their own gangs, and minions like them were just the lowest level of expendable in the gangs.
"You guys, how old are you?" A good while passed before Carmilla asked absently.
The two teenagers stared at each other in disbelief, not knowing what the point of the question was.
"Deaf!?" Seeing that neither of them answered, Carmilla glared impatiently.
"Ten, fifteen ......" "Fifteen."
The two hurriedly replied.
"Hmph, brats with no hair growing." Carmilla spat with a look of contempt, "As if this place is playing house? Is it because you think it's cool to mix with the yakuza? Huh?"
One teenager lowered his head too low to answer, while another spoke hesitantly, "I just ...... want to cure my mum ......"
"I told you to talk!?" Carmilla suddenly raised her foot and kicked the teenager who opened his mouth in the shoulder, knocking him to the ground.
"Big sister, what should we do with these two brats?" A g**g member spoke up.
Carmilla, holding a cigarette in her mouth, looked at the teenager who was on the ground holding back the pain and didn't dare to scream out, and lifted her foot and kicked the other one over on the ground as well.
"Throw them out and tell them to get lost! I'm not interested in weaklings, and it's just a waste of time to spend time dealing with such little rats." Carmilla handed down her judgement impatiently.
The two fallen teens looked at each other in disbelief.
"Trash has to have the self-awareness of trash, so go home and eat your mother's milk honestly! I'll gouge your eyes out if I see you again." Carmela finished by throwing her rolled cigarette on the ground and stomping it out.
......
When he came back to his senses, the teenager found himself standing at the prison gates.
What to do?
He asked himself in his mind.
Hesitating, he saw an iron mailbox set up at the prison gate.
"Warden ...... mailbox?" Looking at the words painted on it, the teenager froze in place.
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