Chapter 109

“I’m Oscar Reed, more or less their leader,” the heavyset man said, introducing himself with a warm grin before turning to Henry. “Who’re these folks?”

His round face, creased with a kindly smile, might have seemed approachable on the outside, inviting a sense of familiarity.

But here, in the shadowed depths of the underwater Prison, his purple uniform was splattered with blood from brutalizing green-clad prisoners.

The contrast made him chilling, his friendliness a mask that deepened the surrounding dread.

“They’re guests sent to experience Prison life,” Henry replied. “Not your rehabilitation targets. You can’t touch them under our watch.”

“Got it, from the higher-ups...” Oscar nodded, his smile unwavering, as if Henry’s words barely registered.

He turned to the group, eyes narrowing to slits, hiding whatever stirred beneath. “We’re rehabilitating these green prisoners. Since you’re here, want to try your hand at fixing them? It’s quite the thrill.”

The Dreamwalkers knew what “rehabilitation” meant—wielding those torture devices against prisoners.

Should they go along?

As Testers, was joining in part of the experience?

The blood-soaked remains on the floor were enough to keep them from the Rehabilitation Tools, let alone killing others.

Screams echoed from green-clad prisoners—some boiled in oil, others crushed flat, limbs severed, a living portrait of hell.

The group stood divided in thought; Ethan and Julian stayed silent.

Both had their theories. As Testers, they held some privilege, evident in the guards’ protection.