Chapter 799: Starting point
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Silas slowly opened his eyes, catching sight of the dirty ceiling almost immediately. A shallow breath slipped past his lips before he sat up, his head only just reaching the concrete ceiling. He bent his knees, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, as if to meditate.
’Who would have thought?’ he mused, slowly reopening his eyes.
He pressed his lips into a thin line, stretching his legs until his feet hung over the top bunk bed. Silas swiftly jumped out of the top bed and landed safely. Turning his head to the lower bunk, another sharp huff escaped him.
Usually, at a time like this, Primo would be doing his rosary. Whenever Silas made even the slightest noise, Primo would make a huge fuss about it, as if Primo were truly turning to whatever God he was praying to.
There were a lot of things that annoyed Silas about Primo. Being locked up in the same cell as that man was hell. Primo had been treating Silas as his lackey, someone beneath him. He would openly steal Silas’s food ration. There wasn’t a day in Silas’s life that he hadn’t prayed for Primo to choke on his food.
But now, the lower bunk was empty, and there wasn’t any trace of Primo aside from the memories he had in this place.
"Lucky bastard," Silas hissed as he shook his head, shuffling toward the lower bunk to sit on the edge. He rested his arms on his spread legs, his eyes scanning the four corners of this small space he was locked in alone.
Another deep exhale slipped past his lips. "Now I am all alone in here. What a peaceful life I have now," he muttered, bending his knees as he lay on the lower bunk bed. "Or maybe not. This place somehow feels a lot more dead and boring than usual."
Even Silas was surprised to realize that even though there wasn’t a day he didn’t wish for Primo to die miserably, his absence would make such an impact. Now that he was all alone in this small space without any freedom to go out and do something else without anyone to talk to, the silence somehow felt a lot more profound. Back then, Silas didn’t realize that having company was a distraction from everything that led to his arrest. But now that he was in this place all alone, everything rushed back to him — this time, much more profound than ever.
The process of getting out of prison was just as grueling as when he was taken into custody. It took him many hours to go through different stages of clearing, making him think Heaven didn’t give him special treatment in getting out. Not that this was the first time he had gone through such a hassle in the past.