Chapter 357: Voluntary Escort (1)
The day of the transfer had finally arrived.
The streets were packed with people wondering about the identity of the Hound of the Night, a felon on his way to Nouvelle Vague, the world's worst prison.
"Oh my God, I never thought the Night Hound would be caught."
"I read in the newspaper that he turned himself in."
"... Why on earth would he turn himself in?"
"I don't know. I'm more curious about what it looks like."
"Well, he's a serial killer who's killed tons of people, so of course he's gotta look creepy."
"I've heard rumors that he's over six feet tall. He's got horrible tattoos all over his body."
In the morning, a huge crowd gathered to watch Night Hound being transported.
Then a carriage began to pull up in the distance.
A moving carriage, surrounded by dozens of layers of guards.