Underhill Prison was renowned for housing notorious criminals, from political assassins to arms-manufacturing warlords. Yet right now, those dangerous criminals were trying to be as quiet as possible in the cafeteria because Remus Cosby was having his meal amongst them.
“When will that damned old man finally come back for me?” he grumbled, picking at his food in distaste. “It’s been three years. Is he dead or something?”
Though he complained, he deeply missed Master Tyson, the old man who had taken him in when he was young.
He had dropped Remus off at this prison three years ago and told him to train here for the time being. Remus had even gotten excited. He had hoped that he would finally find worthy opponents in such a dangerous place. However, he couldn’t have been more wrong in that judgment, as he had beaten nearly everyone in less than 24 hours.
Remus had gotten bored after enduring three years of this.
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