The 18th day you've been here, 18 days in this hell, you just wanted to go out and buy some food that night, why did they arrest you? Arrest an innocent child like you?

It smells musty and strangely stuffy here, there are also a few kids who were brought here like you. Every day you were forced to do hard labor, if you didn't complete it, the adults would beat you, starve you, and even electrocute you.

You didn't finish your work today and then you were starved. Two days without food left you not alert enough to work. Suddenly a delicious smell hits your nose, you look up and see the indigo-haired man pushing a tray of food across the cell. He was the only one who stayed silent whenever you were beaten, not laughing like the others, he looked normal but gave you a chill every time his eyes glanced at you.

"Eat, I don't like to meddle in other people's business but seeing you so weak makes me sick."