"Hey, Rookie, move it. Move it. How long are you going to hold up the line, munchkin?" A random man, who looked as muscular and rough as any other person around, shoved Cyril Carcer from behind.
There is no way Cyril would have remembered all their names already. He has been in this place for at most six days, of which he was imprisoned in an empty dark room with no food or any other facilities for the first five days.
Yes, Cyril survived without food or water for a whole five days, and he was still living.
He could guess that it was the first step everyone had to go through in this prison.
It is a test of their stamina. If one couldn't even live without food for five days, how could one survive in this dog-eat-dog world?
Cyril was new to this sort of world. He never had to worry about food before. He thought he would be dead. But somehow he survived.
He slowly turned around to face the man who had just pushed him.
