Epilogue

The prison cafeteria reeked of overcooked beans and the dried sweat of the inmates. Metal trays clattered through the room as inmates filed through the line.

Kai sat at the far end of a long, scratched table, his hair now looked very rough and unkempt and his eyes hollow.

Prison had stripped him of everything… hihis its, his money but more of all his pride. All that remained was a man clinging to the scraps of who he used to be.

“Hey, pretty boy,” a sneering voice cut through the din.

Kai looked up to see three bulky inmates approaching, their tattoos crawling up their necks, their knuckles already...