*freaking out*
HIS NEW MERCH?!?!?!?!?! I'M FREAKING OUT, SERIOUSLY!!!! I'LL BUY THAT, I'LL BUY THAT!!! I'M SO HAPPY!!

Also, update after 1 day? You're so blessed 😂. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
"For the last time, where's Lockwood?" I asked, steadily turning the knife in the guy's thigh a bit.

"I-I d-don't know, I swear!" He cried out, new tears falling down.

Somebody here has to know where that fucker is!

Pulling out the knife on one move, he screamed in pain, falling on the ground. I turned the water on, washing the blood on the knife away. Right after that I hid the knife behind the radiator, still hearing the cries and whimpers from the man on the ground.

I turned around, leaving the guy behind me. I was far over the anger, I was furious. A few days rotting in this place without a single lead to my target. I was well aware that Ohm and Bryce were planning to get me out, and I needed to act fast. I was just hoping they didn't informed Evan about it.

As I was walking through the laundry room, a men there watched me with terror in their eyes.

I was feeling good about myself, earning the highest position it their ranks the very first night here. I chuckled, as I remembered how they tried to beat me up with intention to rape me.

The guards were looking at me suspiciously, some with disgust and some with passion to beat the living shit out of me, but for now I was save. I knew too well that if I gave them just a small reason, they would have beat me up with joy and maybe send me to the solitary room. And I didn't have time for that.

I reached my cell, checking, if I had everything on its place and nothing was missing. A few things were moved a bit, and I knew they were searching my cell for any contrabands. I made sure nobody was in the range, and I pushed the sink aside. There still was the hole in the wall with a few things I needed to kill my target. A gun and a few bullets, a poison in the vial, and a few drugs, my currency to buy a stuff I needed.

They're dumber than I thought.

I moved the sink back to the previous position and sat down on the bed. I was starting to grow impatient, angry because things wasn't going my way.

Where's he?! Vincent didn't lie, I'm sure of it. He must be here, somewhere.

"Dinner time," a guard's voice announced, walking pass by my cell.

I stood up, lazily walking towards the dinning room. Everybody else were there, along with guards keeping an eyes on us. I grabbed my portion of food and sat down on my regular place, refusing to eat it. I knew too well this food was made by my prison mates, and God knew what everything they had been doing with the food.

"Fuck off," I mumbled at the man in front of me, as he sat down.

"T-there's nowhere t-to be sitting, sir," he stuttered, and I pushed his tray to the ground with a loud noise.

"Eat on the ground, fucker," I growled, watching him do exactly what I want.

There were a simple rules in the prison. Show them a little sympathy and you're dead. And for me, as a solo player, it wasn't that hard. I heard a footsteps coming towards me, and I looked to my right side.

"What is it, Moore? Are you not hungry?" Everson, the guard famous for bullying the prisoners, said.

"You can eat it if you want," I replied, moving the tray his way.

He send the tray back to me and stood right next to me. He grabbed the back of my head, smashing my head to the plate full of meal. My first instinct was to grab the knife, turn around, and stab that fucker, but I quickly push it away. I couldn't do a single mistake here, and attacking the guard would make me so many problems.

"You see? That's the apatite," he laughed, walking away, as I was wiping the meal out of my face.

You're next, Everson. You have no idea who are you messing with.

After the dinner, we had a free time. I returned back to my cell, trying to connect everything about William Lockwood I had gathered here. Later that night, I heard the voices outside my cell.

"You have everything?" A voice asked, making me stand up.

"Rope, cloths and knuckledusters," other voice replied.

I walked out of my room, seeing four inmates. They looked at me, hiding their stuff behind the backs.

"Where are you going?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"N-nowhere!" One quickly replied.

"There's a new meat, they send him a few minutes ago. We want to prepare him a warm welcoming," the other one said.

"Can't wait to fuck that boy," the third one laughed.

"Have you seen him?" I asked, hoping Bryce or Ohm wouldn't be so stupid to get lock here.

"Oh, yeah. He looks like a scare deer. I bet it's his first time here," the first one answered me.

"And first time getting fucked by me," the third one laughed again.

Bryce or Ohm wouldn't be scared. I don't have time for this.

"Do you want to join us?" The fourth asked, and I shook my head.

"Have fun," I replied, going back to my cell.

"Let's go, boys."

I sat down, rubbing my face in frustration. I felt like I didn't get anywhere with what I had, I and I felt I was loosing time.

I had to stay patient, for Evan at least. I hope you're safe and happily sleeping now.