Eerie quiet often filled the air in this side of the facility, so the sound of footsteps, keys, and a door opening and closing was enough to shake the inmates out of sleep. A few of them stalked toward the doors of their cells, peering through the small openings, watching with what little light they had.

/New guy./

/What's he in for?/

/How long has he got?/

/How are they gonna kill him?/

/Chair./

/Injection./

/Squad./

Eli knew that there were pairs and pairs of eyes on him as he escorted the newest addition to the Condemned to his cell. He'd done the same for a lot of the men in here -- murderers, terrorists, traitors, rapists -- so he knew well not to judge a book by its cover. Looks often never indicated anything.

But still, he wondered. How could a boy like this one possibly kill someone? Did he really encase a diplomat in concrete and throw him in the sea?

And why was this motherfucker smiling?

Once they reached the new inmate's assigned cell, Eli grabbed the back of the boy's uniform and shoved him inside. A small swell of satisfaction crept up to him while he watched the fall toward the cold floor of the dark room. The cocky son of a bitch was proud of what he did? Fucker did deserve to be here.

"Hell is too good a place for you," Eli hissed. "Congratulations on the death sentence, Kim Yukwon. Have a horrible evening."

Right when he turned around, a small voice spoke from the darkness. "You sound like you've been there, Officer," it said. "Did they kick you out?"

At that, Eli turned toward the boy, narrowed his eyes and sent a clenched fist toward Yukwon's jaw.