In the cell.
“Macario Udo! You have a visitor! Your cousin, they say!” A guard shouted loudly as he opened the cell.
Musang examined his visitor's face. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” Musang asked, raising an eyebrow at the person sitting across from him.
The man placed a plastic bag in front of him, which Musang guessed contained food. He wore dark sunglasses, seemingly trying to avoid being recognized. “I am Bastian. I came not to visit you, but for a proposition.” His voice was controlled, making sure only Musang could hear.
Musang felt uneasy about what the man said. “What is it?”
“You want to get out, don't you?” Musang nodded. “I can help you, but there is a condition.”
Musang sat up straight. He wanted to be free because his case was serious. He didn't want to be loc
