Inside, the cell was dimly lit by a single bulb overhead. The space was narrow — two bunks, a sink, a small steel toilet in the corner.
And sitting on the lower bunk was a man.
He was huge — muscles thick like cords under his tanned skin, his arms covered in scars and faint tattoo lines that vanished under his sleeves. His eyes lifted slowly, and for a second, Sungjun thought he was looking at a bear.
The guard chuckled, giving Sungjun a shove from behind.
"Lucky you," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You just got assigned to the worst cell in the block."
Sungjun stumbled forward a step, catching himself against the frame of the bunk. He looked up — the big man hadn't moved, still staring at him, unblinking.
The guard leaned on the door, smirking.
"Poor bastard. You really do have the worst luck, getting this guy as your cellmate."
Then he slammed the door shut with a metallic clang.
The echo rolled down the corridor, and the footsteps faded away.
