C347 Ghosts Haunt Me

Phil was locked in a separate cell. This cell had no lights and no windows.

The air was filled with a sour smell.

He looked at Phil, who was curled up in a corner of the prison. He had become unrecognizable.

His brown hair hadn't been washed in a long time, his white shirt was black, his pants were torn by rats and bugs, and only his blue eyes still shone