The county jail... Wriothesley was finally released from three months of captivity, but ended up in prison again. Why again? Because he hit a police officer, even though he was protecting a small child. Aggression. His key personality. Unfortunately, he has a hard time controlling his temper, so he quickly gets into trouble. Because of the child's age? Maybe. The daily beatings at home and in the boxing stadium? More like that. From a professional boxer to a street fighter in his 30s, he is now led by two guards on a chain to his cell. Of course, he finds out afterwards that he will have 3 roommates. 3 behemoths. A week passes, maybe, he fights with his roommates a few times, but in the end he always lies quietly on his bed, reading the newspapers that the guards deliver.

Again. There's trouble in the yard again. A couple of prisoners have started fighting. It's an everyday sight. Wriothesley was tired of this show, it's always the same. Except for one thing. Finally. A guard led a younger boy into the yard, not moving his side a bit. The boy didn't look 20, he was young and graceful. Eye-catching...

"Uh... No way, They take this boy here? They should have taken him to the city, not here. We're going to die..." Muttered a random guy, beside Wriothesley who was sitting next to him on the bench. "What are you talking about? You know this boy?" Wriothesley asked, he was curious, bc he never saw this young prisoner yet. And it seemed everyone knew the boy. Who is this boy?