"The chip processor is a corpse?"0

Harvey tore off his prison uniform. The dried blood from the whipping had glued it to his skin, and as he pulled it free, crisp ripping sounds echoed through the room. Countless wounds that had only just stopped bleeding reopened, and blood streamed down his back from gashes as wide as fingers. At a glance, it looked as if countless eyes were shedding tears.0

"Honestly, I'm surprised you even know about the processor," Harvey said, wiping his body with a towel. "That kind of knowledge isn't taught in the foster system. Most people in prison don't even know what controls their chips. It's like ants trying to see the humans towering above them. What imprisons us isn't the prison itself. It's the chip. Shattered Lake is nothing more than one room in the Blood Moon Kingdom."0

Iger folded his arms and leaned against the wall. "I consider myself well-informed. I move in high society often, and I even prepared contingency plans for being locked up in Shattered Lake. That's why I deliberately studied how this prison...0