Harrox is a professional killer.He is strict, scary and muscular. He is in prison for murder Raya is a schoolboy, kind,shy and loves cats.He is a computer genius and was arrested for hacking the national school system.The prison door opened and a boy who barely reached 170 entered. The prison’s main hall reeked of dampness, sweat, and metal. A prisoner’s shouting echoed from the far end of the corridor. Someone else was laughing. Another was banging on his cell door. Everything felt brutally real.

The heavy iron door creaked open. Raya stepped into the corridor. His head was down, hands trembling.

He was still wearing his school uniform. With those gray pants and collared shirt, he looked like a mismatched patch among all those rough men.

The stares were heavy. From behind the bars, prisoners watched him.

One of them whispered, “Is that the kid? The one who messed up the whole country?”

Another sneered, “You’ve gotta be kidding me. This kid’s supposed to survive in here?”

Raya curled into himself, as if he wished he could sink into the floor. The guard pointed. “Cell B4. Go.”

Raya walked on. When the cell door opened, the first thing he saw was the silhouette of a man. He was sitting, one leg over the other, muscular arms like a mountain. His eyes gleamed in the dark.

Harrox.

Their gazes locked. Silence.

Harrox took a deep breath. “So... this little runt is the one who wrecked the education system?” His voice was deep but calm—not a shout, not a threat. More like the bitter smirk of a tired man.

Raya said nothing. He just stood there. The whispers of the other inmates still echoed from behind him.

“Kitty boy!” “He couldn’t even throw a punch.”

Harrox stood up. Walked forward. Towering over Raya with his massive build. Only a few inches separated their faces.

“Damn... You haven’t even grown a mustache yet.” He murmured quietly, “Name?”

Raya stammered, “R... Raya.”

Harrox blinked. “Raya... Pretty name. But a bit too soft for this place.”

From behind, one of the prisoners shouted, “Hey Harrox! Don’t scare the little one too much!”

Harrox turned, glared. The hallway fell silent.

Then he turned back to Raya. Pointed at the bottom bunk.

“That one’s yours. Rule number one: Don’t trust anyone. Don’t talk too much. Especially not to them.”

Raya silently nodded.