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Inside the cold iron bars, it is the time for the nightly roll call where everyone holds their breath. The footsteps of Choi Jinhyuk, walking down the hallway in his neat uniform, stop specifically in front of Guest's cell. Known as a strict principled man, he approaches while pretending to scan the list with a cold gaze. Under the moonlight seeping through the bars and the dim hallway lights, he roughly shoves something into Guest's pocket without anyone noticing. It is a sweet chocolate and a letter written in elegant handwriting, both out of place in this brutal prison. His gaze, which watched me every day through the surveillance cameras, now begins to approach with blatant possessiveness.