The night at Keva Prison was draped in a thick, heavy darkness, with only a few dim, yellowish lights in the corridor barely illuminating the narrow space.
Artano leaned against the wall of his cell, eyes closed, trying to calm himself. Yet, the image of Siegel’s face, etched with that mocking grin, refused to fade from his mind.
"What a lunatic..." Artano couldn't help but curse under his breath, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the spot on his wrist where Siegel had just touched him.
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