132 Lee Hyuk, Murder Convic (1/2)

It took less than two hours for Hyuk to be transported to the correctional facility he was assigned to.

The weather was great and there was little traffic; it was such a good day.

Yet, Hyuk's mood could not be worse.

He glared at the guard who was skittishly watching over him, flinching at every move he made. It was fun to tease the idiot, but he didn't dare to push his luck since the guy was armed to the teeth. Stun guns, batons, handguns, bulletproof vest—he came with the whole repertoire.

It was somewhat obvious that he was a new recruit judging by how scared he was of Hyuk. How could he not be scared? He was just a simple officer who was sent to escort a criminal to the facility. But there were two problems—one, he was inexperienced in handling prisoners. Two, the criminal he was escorting was a f*cking murderer!

The guard could not help but shake his legs in fear. Pity him for being the only officer available for duty on a public holiday.

Yes, that was right.

While everybody else were busy celebrating Seollal, he was stuck escorting a new prisoner.

The new guy looked extremely unfriendly, his glare looking as if it could kill anyone with a single blink.

”W-we're here,” the officer cleared his throat just as the truck stopped.

Hyuk was pushed out, his hands cuffed to prevent him from escaping easily.

The man held him closely, making sure he wouldn't suddenly try to run away while being transferred to the checkpoint.

After passing him off to the registration officers, the guard quickly washed his hands off of Hyuk and ran away as if a dog was chasing him, causing the registration officers as well as the criminals waiting in the area to laugh and jeer at him.

Hyuk patiently waited for his turn. Inwardly, though, he was like a bomb waiting to explode. He looked as normal as a normal Hyuk could get, but he was one nasty glare away from breaking someone's bones.

After undergoing the rather dehumanising process of checking in, Hyuk was finally changed into a prisoner's jumpsuit and carrying his necessities with him as he was led to his assigned cell.

There were five people per cell and his cell already had four people. He was the last member.

”You're going to live here from now on. It doesn't matter if you don't like it; who told you to be a f*cking criminal, huh?” The security guard jeered as he unlocked Hyuk's handcuffs.

After months of constantly getting cuffed up, Hyuk's wrists had faint marks and scarring. He rubbed his sore wrists lightly, thinking that it was one less thing to worry about.

”Oi, you losers, listen up! This here is your new playmate. Take 'good' care of him, y'hear?” The security guard smirked, banging his baton on the barred window.

After the guard left, Hyuk finally had the time to relax and observe his cellmates.