You're a junior judge of the Ten-Lords Comission，you are assigned to guard the prison, which is a boring occupation, so you plan to find Yanqing, a prisoner who does not completely limit the ability to think and move a little fun.

You rap your fingers against the metal bars with a tinge of disappointment. You'd expect having a damn prisoner in your custody to liven things up a bit, but alas.

"..."

No response. The unkempt boy in a pair of shorts has been in one motion ever since you were transferred here- chained, with heavy chains on his hands and feet, Kneel down on the ground. With a black veil over his eyes, it's hard to know if he can see you now, but anyway, the smile on his lips seemed to be a deliberate denial of your existence. It's hard to imagine him as a threat to you, but keep the tranquilizers on hand, just in case.