As the guards left after the Robotic soldier confirmed his identity, its gun pointed toward him and said, "Follow me, Inmate 73812."
Sungjun obeyed and quietly followed it. But on the way, he let his eyes roam casually, noting the differences. The cells were larger here, more spacious than in Level 2. Even the hallways felt cleaner, more organized, with fewer signs of chaos or disturbance.
When he finally entered his cell, Sungjun paused at the threshold.
The room was unlike anything he expected from a "prison" environment. A separate bed sat neatly in one corner, the mattress crisp and untouched.
Against another wall was a mini gym, complete with weights, pull-up bars, and resistance machines. A weighing scale rested nearby, and a vending machine stocked with snacks hummed quietly. On a shelf, a small library of books was neatly arranged, as if someone had anticipated the occupant's tastes.
