Back to prison

Steven was devastated as the vehicles collided with him, rendering him immobile. He was thankful that he wasn't so serious that he couldn't stand up and walk.

"What is the point of hitting me if I haven't done anything to my brother? I have no idea what the hell just happened." Steven crawls as he tries to push himself up.

"I should have been present here! What is the purpose of running alone? We both managed to flee together. Damn" Steven was devastated as he placed his two hands around his waist

"What's the source of this blood? I hope he didn't kill her. He can't, he can't. He stated that he only wants sex with her, so why is there so much blood here?" While following the blood footprints, Steven soliloquizes.

Steven shakes his head, perplexed, as he follows the blood down to the bush.

"Ahh... Lekan," I say. As he sees Lekan lying helplessly, tears stream down his cheeks.

"Get up! man! Do you know how that lady did it? No, you can't die now because we still have a long way to go together. I require your assistance, man. Please get up." Steven cries helplessly while doing everything he can to bring his friend back to life, but He was too late and powerless to intervene. "So that lady took advantage of you! Don't worry, I'll do something even worse!"

"How did she murder him? I still can't believe she did this to him, that shy, slummy girl."

"She couldn't breathe when we had her, so how did she do this?"

"I believe she stole the dagger from Lekan without realizing it. Yes. Don't worry, Lekan; I'll atone for your transgressions. rest assured, my brother "Steven couldn't bear the thought of her friend lying down.

I wish he'd arrived sooner; Lekan couldn't have died, and that lady couldn't have escaped either.

Steven was frustrated and didn't know why he had gone so far for a phone call.

Steven couldn't bear the thought of losing someone so close to him. He recalled their shared experiences in prison. How they came to be the King of All, and how they finally escaped, but he died.

He wasn't even given the opportunity to see the sun. He lost his life as a result of his pleasure. "To whom do I have to flee now?" Steven continues to speak in soliloquies.

His twin brother refused to answer his phone when he needed him the most, and his gang, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, also refused to answer. He no longer has anyone to run to or call a family.

His life sucked from the start, and he couldn't go back in time to see what he was going to face in life.

Steven used his own hands to clear a section of the bush and dig a hole for his friends. He keeps digging with his bare hands until he comes across a sharp piece of wood nearby that helps him a little. He was able to successfully bury Lekan and carve a stone in the grave so that he could find him whenever he wanted to mourn.

Because it was already late, no vehicle was passing; Steven was frustrated but needed to take a walk before he could see a vehicle.

He walked for a few minutes but couldn't find any sign of a vehicle until he collapsed. He heard the sound of a vehicle parked besides him as his eyes closed slightly.

The man's sharp footsteps continued to echo within him as he tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't see the man's face.

"Are you okay?" The man draws his gaze closer to his face.

As his eyes finally close, Steven doesn't hear a word he says. 

Despite the fact that the men who attempted to rescue Steven were two in number, they dragged him to the vehicle and forced him to rest until the next morning. I'm sure Steven's mind is relieved that someone has finally come to help him.

It was Sunday morning, and the sun kept reflecting in Steven's eyes, waking him up.

Steven mumbles "uh" as he slowly opens his eyes.

In comparison to previous nights, his sleep was peaceful and comfortable.

"Oh! You have awoken. Thank goodness for that." When he heard Steven's voice, a man filling out a form turned.

"Oh my goodness! How do I get to this location? What exactly am I doing here?" Steven slowly turns his neck and discovers that he has returned to a prison cell.

As he fainted again, his body became weak. One of the prison guards entered his cell, dragged him out, and cuffed him in an interrogation room.

Steven was revived after being poured a bucket of water.

"Arhhh," Steven screamed, raising his head to see two men sitting in front of him. One was holding a file and a pen, while the other was holding a laptop.

"Mr. Steven, you escaped last night and believe we won't find you. We've arrived." The Inspectors laugh as he extends his two hands. His laugh was cold and awkward, as if he had just won the lottery by capturing Steven.

"You raped her last night. Because she provided us with your precise location, I believe you will have to spend the rest of your life in prison." The other inspectors with the laptop spoke coldly while Steven continued to stare at them.

"How is my pal doing? Is he all right now?" Steven reacted hastily.

"Is he your friend? We never saw you with anyone! You were by yourself." The inspector responded while peering into Steven's eyes.

"Oops. sorry"

"I buried him," Steven says, shaking his head.

"So, tell me, how does that make you feel, the woman you raped?" While staring into my eyes, the other inspector continues to laugh.

"Are you trying to say the tip we received was false? Are you crazy?" The inspector's laughter caused him to yell, but the other inspector quickly calmed him down.

"I never raped anyone. What's the point of lying when I've just lost a close friend? Gosh" Steven said it smoothly before realizing he shouldn't have.