「Seven days later.」
Hai City North District Prison.
The warm winter sun pierced through the clouds, scattering flecks of gold across the prison walls.
The sunlight's gentle warmth drove away some of the winter chill, making one want to squint and quietly savor the rare, pleasant moment.
With a loud CREAK, the prison's small iron gate swung open, shattering the surrounding silence.
A dark, skinny young man walked out, his clean-shaven head glinting in the sun.
The young man had a baby face and was probably in his twenties, with somewhat dark skin.
He wasn't tall, only about 1.7 meters, with a gaunt and slender frame.
He wore a set of old, faded clothes, likely what he had on before his incarceration. Though old, they were worn neatly.
After stepping outside, he turned and gave a deep bow toward the gate.
Then, carrying a large woven bag, the baby-faced young man turned again to face the road ahead.
