A prison in Seattle.

Michael heard the footsteps in confusion.

It wasn't seven o'clock yet, and not the round time. Who was walking in the passage?

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a slender shadow fell from the door crack to the ground.

Michael tried to turn his head, and looked at the man wearing a mask and a white coat standing in front of his bed, then asked in a weak voice, "You... Who are you?"

There was a touch of disdain flashed by the man's eyes.

“A doctor,” he said coldly.

Michael widened his eyes at once, trying to reach out his hand to grab...