A Hundred Years

A hundred years later.

On the ground floor of the tall black Tower prison, the sound of footsteps slowly came from far to near.

All the prisoners in the cells were curled up in the corners of their cells, not daring to make a single sound. They were basically prisoners who had killed people like flies, but when they heard this voice, they couldn't help but feel terrified.

Everyone in the White Tower knew that they couldn't be locked up in the Black Tower's prison because Warden Herman was a terrible person.

As for how terrifying he was, one didn't have to specifically ask around because one would always know his story from various channels. The story could stop children from crying, but it could also make people feel chill.

However, it seemed like Herman was only here for a short while. He soon disappeared from the first floor, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.