Taro was occupied with doing push ups in his cell to his boy fit, a stoic expression on his face. It had been 3 months since he was stuck in there, but he wasn’t complaining. He deserved it. The cell door opened and in came another prisoner, pushed by the officers. Taro watched the new guy yell agitatedly from the corner of his eye and continued his count, unbothered.

“76…77…78…” he mutters to himself with his eyes closed.