Park Ji Soo’s point of view
“Inmate 7879, you have a package”
The prison guard looked inside my cell room from the window as she called my number, she doesn’t say anything else and watched me as I struggled to stand up, pushing the handmade weapon I had been sharpening under the carpets as fast as I could, my legs almost giving out from having to sit for such a lot time in this closed prison, but that wasn’t what got my attention but the words the guard had said
A package?
Who could it be from?
The prison guard whose name I do not care to remember pushed the door open as I walked closer.
“Follow me,” she said
This is probably the fifth time in three years since she has spoken to me, she is not much of a talkative and felt she was way better than everyone here just because she wore
