บท 383: Chapter 22 We need layers of 'shells

In the detention room, less than three square meters in size, there was nothing but a toilet, no decorations, no windows, and the only door, made of iron, was shut tight with a meal slot at the bottom that was also firmly closed.

Darkness was the color within the detention room.

Silence accompanied it.

Edmund sat on the floor with handcuffs on.

He was no stranger to this place.

Special D-class personnel about to be executed often ended up here.

However, he had never imagined that he would find himself here one day.

Sigh.

With a slight sigh, one couldn't see Edmund's expression in the darkness.

But the sound of his sigh said it all.

"I couldn't control myself."

"I was supposed to coast until retirement... Why did I act so impulsively?"

"Pity about the twenty-nine years and eleven months left on my mortgage."