I know I’m not the only one who loved KD. And I’m sure CJ and Carly are not the only others that loved him too. Everyone loved him. In fact, everybody wanted him. Back in school, he’s like a religion that everyone wanted to convert to. And I can’t blame them. He’s perfect. But of course, so much admiration will bring along equal number of haters too.

“Hey, I bought snacks for you guys. You guys sure want to have this after practice today, yeah?” KD said. We always knew he would bring snacks for us every day when we have practice. That very memory will always bring smile to my face. KD… Kenneth Dawson. I was in love with him. I wasn’t the only one. CJ too. Carly too. And I’m sure there was more. But Carly was the lucky one.

I heard footsteps running towards my office. Trouble, is it? I look at the face of one of my guard that reached my door. “Chief Sir, a prisoner had been killed,” he informed me as soon as he was able to catch his breath.

I sigh softly. “Let me guess. Pittsburgh Slitter, yes?” I asked calmly as I play with my pen.

“Yes. With that doll boy,” he answered.

Doll boy? Oh? This is interesting. I stood up slowly and walk towards where my coat laid. I pick it up and put it on. It’s time to see what these two have in store for me. The whole prison was built in the layout of a pyramid-like building. This is the first prison to have ever been sophisticatedly and expensively built. It is necessary. For the criminals placed here are no ordinary criminals. Some may should have roamed the hallways of some mental institutions and some might have already been executed. But why do they end up here? Well, it was because of the bigger power that governs the whole country. The power of politics.

Every inmate placed here are exclusive. Or exclusive enough for political reasons. I know why people like CJ are put in here. They are ought to offer him freedom if he chooses to ‘work’ with them. Yes, those people from the higher-ups had indeed come here before to look for potentials. I meant to change how it works, really. I personally hate corruptions. If there’s a way we can bring down the retarded higher-ups, I would gladly take it. Even if it meant I have to kill someone.

This prison is a seven-storey building. And as I said, it was built like a pyramid. But people didn’t actually notice this fact. Why? Well because it is built underground. The ground, first, and second floors are where all the cells are. The ground floor also includes dining hall, and free activities area. The third floor is where the solitary confinement and torture chambers are. The second floor is reserved for the guards. And the top floor is the office… for me and also other technicians and engineers.

The only floor that can be accessed in and out is at the top floor. There’s an elevator that leads to the world outside which can only be accessed by guards and workers of this building. But during lockdown, the only one with the access card that will ever work on to any floor would be of mine alone. Therefore, it is a well-known fact that I am the most powerful figure in this prison. Most people didn’t even know that the idea of the whole layout of the prison was constructed by me. In all sense, I am the master-mind to this very prison. I am the actual creator.

As I reached the hallways of the third-floor prisoners’ cells, I can smell strong scent of blood. And I can see the frightened faces of the prisoners in the cells that I passed by. Usually, they are intimidated by my aura. But this fear on their faces now, I can sense that it is not for me. It is for something else. And I understand their fears as soon as I reached the very cell where a presentation was laid-out for me. I dare say I’m impressed for CJ to finally reach this level of sadism. Maybe the doll boy had worked his magic on him. I had seen of crime scene photos of his Christmas decoration before. But this… this is a whole level up of a game.

“Oh my, is this a ‘present’ for me?” I asked uncaringly over the gory bloody sight. As my guard hesitated to walk in, I just march forward into the cell and step on the pool of blood on the floor.

CJ looks back at me. He is smiling, probably feeling satisfied of his work. “Do you like it?” He asked.

I laugh a little at his stupid question. Of course… “I admire it very much,” I simply answered and I keep looking at their creative works of art. As I reached the end of the lining, my eyes laid on the boy with the brightest blue eyes. It seems like he’s not done yet with his works. “When will you finish this?” I asked.

He looks up at me, smiling insanely like he’s happy at what he’s doing. “This is the last one, Chief,” he answered as he ties the last string, he has on the dismembered part of what used to be the prisoner of this very cell’s head.

I see. Oh! I should remind them. “Okay. Once you’re done, you will both be sent to ‘the chair’, yes?” They both only nodded at me and I smile as I keep looking at the room. Yes, I’m impressed. This makes me feel happy. Just like that insignificant of a memory of the time when KD used to buy snacks for us. It feels like that.