How to Escape from the Implacable Man – 1. Beginning

With both hands heavily shackled, I stared up at the young man in front of me.

His golden hair, like that of an angel’s, was glowing with a faint light from the skylight that shined through the window, like how divinity was bestowed in religious paintings. No emerald could rival the brightness in his fresh verdure eyes, it looked all the more brilliant on that lovely, beautifully arranged features.

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