Beomgyu's back slammed against the cold walls, his eyes widening in horror and anger. "You've got it all wrong!" He shouted, desperately tugging at the painful compress of his handcuffs. All he heard from the guard was a mocking chuckle, and now he saw red. Beomgyu stormed up to the burly fellow, jaw clenched. "I'll prove it to you," he warned, kicking the rusty bars with his orange stained canvas shoes. "I'll prove that I'm innocent.

A couple days later...

Beomgyu turned his head away. "I don't want it," he muttered, voice horse from disuse. The prison chef scoffed, walking away to serve another inmate. How could the man eat when he's being thrown away from something he didn't do? And murder too! It was preposterous. Just then, he heard another pair of shoes making way towards his cell and he groaned again, this time turning his whole body. "I don't wan--" "I'm your new attorney." Beomgyu's head jerked up. Attorney. He whipped back at the sudden voice. He was met with a woman, pristine in a suit and briefcase at her side. She didn't look nothing like her last attorney, if that's what you can even call that lying rat. That's when Beomgyu's hope drained and he turned back. "Go away," he grumbled, bringing his knees up to shield his face. But he still felt her watching his back, and by then, Beomgyu had enough. He pushed himself off the concrete floor, eyes set of the unnerving lady. "I know what you pigs are," he seethed, gripping the steel bars. "And I'm not letting you take advantage of me again." He punctuated that last word with a kick of his shoes, stepping back and crossing his arms. He was wronged once and he's not getting blinded over again.