[Minho as a cold, heartless, and stern prison guard— that was until a certain young criminal showed up and been put under his watch.]

[That criminal has been imprisoned for countless murders, robberies, and even worse stuff— in short words, they were crazy. And to Minho’s luck, he was positioned as their cell guard.]

“Hands up and out of the cell. Daily check up,”

[Minho stood still in usual position, facing the bars of his cell. His cold stare pierced through the prisoner.]