The warden who guards the witches

"Are you Slaine's nephew?"

Entering the interview room, what Aiden saw through the perforated glass window was a childish boy who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. The only distinctive feature was a scar on his face.

He did not sit down on the seat in front of the glass window, which was reserved for prisoners, and he did not intend to talk to the other party for a long time. As the warden, in order to avoid suspicion, he would not meet directly with the family members of prisoners casually. .

"Are you... the leader here?" The young man looked quite nervous.

"Yes, I am the warden here. What is your relationship with Slaine? As far as we know, she does not have any nephews at all."

"I, I am... her son's friend." The young man answered hesitantly.

Aiden noticed the unnatural tension in the young man's speech and behavior. Looking at the scars on the other person's face, he thought about the background of Slaine's son and suddenly understood something.

"Friends in the gang?" Aiden tried to guess.

The young man opened his eyes slightly, and then admitted: "Yes, we are good brothers."

Just as Aiden thought, this boy was also a gangster. The reason why he was so nervous when seeing him was mainly because of the uniform he was wearing.

"So, you are taking care of her for her son? She is quite loyal. But now Slaine is being detained and cannot meet according to the regulations. It is useless for you to look for me." Aiden crossed his hands.

"She was detained because..." the young man asked hesitantly.

"Didn't the prison guard who received you tell you? She tried to attack another prisoner in prison. Since you know her friend, you should know why she was in prison, right?" Aiden answered.

"She still wants to kill Miss Camilla..." The young man lowered his eyes, his voice a little melancholy.

"Huh?" Aiden noticed something was wrong.

Since the young man was a friend of Slaine's son in the gang, he should know that Camilla was the murderer of his friend.

But listening to his name and tone, he didn't seem to have any resentment towards Camilla.

"Uh..." The young man reacted immediately and quickly returned to normal, "Then, when can I see her? Also, I brought some money and things..."

"There are still six days of confinement. You can come back next week. You can't bring things in now, and... there's no point in it for the time being. You'd better keep them for now." Aiden replied in a businesslike tone, "There's something I have to tell you first, her time is running out."

The young man was so frightened by him that he stood up from his seat: "Execution?"

"No, her own time limit is coming soon. She was made by black magic to look like a human and a ghost, and the duration of that magic has almost reached its limit. In less than two months at most, she will be gone. "Disappear in this world." Aiden explained to the dumbfounded boy, "If you still plan to meet, you'd better do it as soon as possible."

"..." The young man stood there blankly, speechless.

"That's it. You can go back today." After conveying the important matter, Aiden turned and left the interview room.

"That!" The boy hurriedly called Aiden, and the words came out of his mouth completely.

"Is there anything else?" Aiden turned around.

The young man looked like he was hesitating to speak. He hesitated for a long time, and finally swallowed what he wanted to say: "No, it's okay."

Aiden left the meeting room directly. On this side of the glass curtain wall, the boy drooped his head and shuffled out. The past memories emerged in his blank mind——

"Sister, these two boys are the ones who touched the rats in the warehouse." The man's rough voice sounded in the warehouse.

In the dark warehouse, several murderous men surrounded two tied-up teenagers.

The young man was forced to kneel on the ground. There was a huge wooden box placed directly in front of them. The speaker here sat with his legs crossed on the wooden box, judging them condescendingly.

Bloody Hands leader, Carmilla.

"Two rookies dare to touch me while I'm watching. I'm really being looked down upon."

Camilla held a hand-rolled cigarette in her mouth, took her time to light the match, and lit the cigarette.

Camilla left the two of them alone and puffed away the smoke. The two teenagers lowered their heads and did not dare to raise their heads. They knew very well that their lives were now in the hands of the person in front of them.

They came from the "Skeletons", a gangster in the old city who was competing with the Bloody Hand Gang for territory. They were forced by the cadres directly under them to come to the warehouse guarded by the Bloody Hand Gang to spy on the goods hidden here.

Today is the day when their disaster will come.

In order to act as a sufficient deterrent, gangsters will rarely show mercy to people from rival gangs who fall into their hands. It is common for people to have their eyes gouged out, an ear cut off, and sent back with missing arms and legs.

Or, it could evaporate directly from this world, and not even half of the body would be found.

From the very beginning, they were the outcasts of their own gang. Young men like them were only the lowest consumables in the gang.

"How old are you?" After a while, Camila asked casually.

The two teenagers immediately looked at each other, completely unaware of the meaning of this question.

"Are you deaf!?" Seeing that neither of them answered, Camilla glared impatiently.

"Ten, fifteen..." "Fifteen."

The two quickly answered.

"Hmph, a kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet." Camilla spat with disdain, "Are you playing house here? Do you think being in the underworld is awesome?! Huh?"

One of the boys lowered his head and dared not answer, while the other hesitantly said, "I just... want to treat my mother's illness..."

"Did I ask you to speak!?" Camilla suddenly raised her foot and kicked the boy who spoke on the shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

"Sister, how do we deal with these two little brats?" a gang member asked.

Camilla held a cigarette in her mouth, looked at the boy who was lying on the ground, enduring the pain and not daring to cry out, and kicked the other one to the ground.

"Throw them out, let them go! I'm not interested in weaklings, and it's a waste of time to spend time dealing with such little mice." Camilla made an impatient judgment.

The two boys who fell to the ground looked at each other, and they couldn't believe their ears.

"Garbage should be conscious of garbage, go home and drink your mother's milk! If I see you again, I will dig out your eyes." Camilla said and threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out.

...

When he came to his senses, the boy found himself standing at the gate of the prison.

What should I do?

He asked himself in his heart.

While hesitating, he saw an iron mailbox at the gate of the prison.

"Warden... mailbox?" Looking at the words painted on it, the boy was stunned.