Chapter 3 - The Cage

            His eyes wrinkled, rubbed his two eyelids roughly, then massaged his temples lightly. His eyeballs glowed, trying to pay attention to every corner of the small plot of space she was currently occupying.

            The atmosphere ripples calmly. His sense of smell accidentally smelled, but did not find a number of significant facts. He forced his body to stand up, staggering slightly from the pain still ravaging his head, but still forcing all his senses to recognize this place.

            A room with torn paint walls, a one-size mattress he could confirm felt no different from sleeping on a cold floor. A small bathroom with only a thin curtain as a divider. Only that. The tall man did not even know where the door was which way he entering into this room.

            Dim from a yellow lamp didn't help him to recognize this place. There was not a single flicker of light apart from the tiny bulb above his head, and this faint light from outside the room.

            His eyes glanced curiously at the iron bars that bordered his world from the outside today, it looked like an ordinary thick sheet of iron, but there was a distinctive smell that had entered his sense of smell. His hand stretched out slowly, then crashed hard when he managed to touch the iron which turned out to be electrified with high strength. Hegroaned in pain. Waved his hand, with the intention of relieving the pain radiating up his shoulder.

            The echo of the odd chuckle entered his sense of hearing. A voice with a deep tone that was producing a chuckle, somehow offended him somewhat at the moment.

            "I heard you're a famous scientist, huh?" Again the voice was heard. Evan moved back to the bars earlier, looking a little hoping to know what was outside his cell. The thing in front of his cell was just a plain white wall, but the voice had come from his right.

            "I thought scientists were smart, but you are stupid enough to put your hand on that electric grate," the annoying tone came back."If you want to beat me, you will not be able to, master scientist" he continued- "because the distance of our bars is quite far, and this zigzag position cannot help you to recognize my handsome face." Enough. He will recognize the voice well, and when he comes out of there someday, remind him not to forget to beat up that ignorant person.

            Evan sat back down on the bed. Sighed softly then thought carefully about how he had gotten into this damn prison. After his then arrest, without trial, without appeal, he was easily thrown into prison. Making him now have to rack his brain carefully how to get him out of here.

            Various flashes he tried to return to his brain, trying to make some of the many opportunities where he could get himself out of this strange place. Fill his headworked hard, but he couldn't find any information that could help him realize the crazy idea of ​​escaping from prison. He regretted why he was unconscious when he was brought here - at least he could know where this prison was, also what kind of terrain he would pass if his crazy thoughts needed affection.

            But the thought remainsh became a thought, until now he has even two years of insulting his own name by languishing in prison. No sunshine, no clock, no calendar. He couldn't even hear anything from outside. He couldn't be sure which prison had such a crazy rule.

            He didn't know when the day was getting dark or when the actual mealtime was. Matchsticks on the walls up to two tofun is the result of counting the number of times he wakes up each day. It could be that he hadn't been there for two years, or maybe it had been more than five years without knowing it.

            He have no idea. To be sure, as far as he was here, he only knew that he couldn't get out of his bar cell. At all. Because there is a bathroom inside, he does all his activities alone in the room. Much different from his expectations of the prison he had watched in his spare time. Where you will be given a cellmate, still able to read and have clothes, leave the cell when it's time to bathe together or exercise together, and other things.

            He was forced to be naked before he could enter the bathroom, giving up the only clothes he had, will be given a new pair of clothes for him after bathing. After that he was ordered to turn over when the guards switched off the electric access at the bars, put in plates and plastic cups for him to eat.

            After eating, all of the cutlery was checked, ensuring that the prisoners didn't remove or break the cutlery to make something for fear of becoming a weapon.

            He's quite frustrated. There is no gap for himself to get out of there, or just enjoy his life in prison, or maybe end his life. He had tried to hold his own breath in order to suffocate him to death, but failed. Either out of fear of death or something, he reflexively took a deep breath, breathed noisily until he made a questioning sound from outside the cell.

            "You .. hold your breath, sir?" The loud voice typical of a child. At that time Evan was a little surprised and doubted his hearing. How could a child have entered prison like this. What crimes did he commit to end up growing up in prison.

            Did the boy steal something? However, the man felt, if the crime of petty theft, especially if the one who stole it was a minor, felt that it would be impossible to enter this tight prison system. Grain by grain of thoughts played in his brain, looking for various possibilities regarding the reason the boy with the loud voice could come in here. Or did that kid accidentally kill someone?

            Sometimes, apart from the man with the deep voice and the little boy, a loud but distant voice was heard. A woman's curses occasionally entered his ears because little boys and men with deep voices were caught talking.

            Sentences such as telling them to stop talking accompanied by cursing actually did not make the two men who certainly couldn't see each other continue to talk like old friends. Like this time-

            "Are you hungry again, boy?" The boy's low grunt seemed to be heard in the ear of the man with the deep voice.The man sounded indistinct giggling when he returned to the grunt of the boy in question. It seemed like taking too long in prison had driven him insane. Even Evan, who is a new resident, feels like he wants to hit his head against the wall, especially people who are older than him.

            Eh? That's a great idea.

            "Stop meddling when I'm grumbling, old man." The boy's distinctive screeching resumed. Which was instead greeted by loud laughter from the owner of the title.

            "Can you shut up, you fools" Again. The woman's voice came again.

            "You don't have to interfere, damn it." The voice of the heavy man came back. "Hey, I wanted to ask you a question" accompanied by a squeaky tone and condescending. "I'm curious about the guards who always take a long time when it's time to feed you and clothes." Evan, who had been their listener, frowned slightly when he heard the unfamiliar tone of the man with the deep voice. Usually his tone wasn't as harsh today. Maybe this is a trait he hasn't shown so far. After all, he could go to prison with this crazy system for sure because of something crazy like he did.

            "None of your business, son of a bitch" and ah ... the tall man also realized that the fact he had heard was true. Somehow the guards always came back a long time to go to the woman's cell. He realized because it seemed that his cell was not as deep as the other cells in the room. Every passing guard will pass through his cell.

            The guards who heard the commotion turned towards them. Evan, who had only been a witness, saw three guards with large bodies passing through his cell. Several minutes passed, it seemed that the woman's voice had disappeared. Which actually caused a loud voice from the man who had argued with him earlier.

            “Ah… you were bribing the guards earlier, bitch? With what? With your body? "

            What Evan then called out was the distinctive sound of the closed bars, a slow clatter of steps, then the sound of iron screeching again. He thought the guards had gotten into the bars of that man. Because the sound of punching and moaning several times entered his ears.

            Evan got up to lie down on the hard mattress. Closing his eyes slowly trying to rest, but the sound of the impact still came in and bothered him. Then a loud scream was heard, belonging to the man with the deep voice of course. Hearing the sound and the impact, he felt that the guards had accidentally or deliberately electrocuted him on his own bars. He don't know. He wasn't interested in knowing, but he couldn't fall asleep when things were like this.

            The cell door was closed again. The warden's steps caught Evan's attention. Was the man lifeless that was why the warden had left? Or is that man still alive but has lost consciousness?

            But one thing he realized from watching the warden just passed was how he realized the fact that the warden had the same face. No, it didn't mean triplets, but they all seemed to have masks. Exactly the same facial and hair print, plus jet black eyeballs. There is not the slightest white spot there.

            Shit. Hair on his neck stood up at once.

            What is this. A prison with a crazy system, as well as a warden who is just as crazy. Are they jailed by a psychopath?

            Suddenly the voice that he thought was unconscious came back. Chuckled again as if nothing had happened, but his voice darkened.

            "Michael. Remember my name well. Michael Garvin "