"Huh?"

In the prison on the fourth floor, the man with the dagger looked up at the ceiling. His white hair fluttered in the wind, his triangular eyes revealed a vicious light. "It seems that something interesting is about to happen."

"What's wrong, Sinclair?"

The man with the black bat tattooed on his bald head, the last cigarette butts stamped out with his boot, asked from the left and right sides of the man to his chin, where he grew a ...