Mo Chenyu was in the wrong prison. First, he had been transferred from a police cell to a minimum security prison at the base of the Imperial command in the capital.
Just early this morning, he had suddenly been transferred to the old cold prison, a maximum security prison that was known for housing some of the empire's most dangerous criminals in the capital.
It was famous for its coldness during winter, silence--the kind that drove men mad because inmates were not too eager to chat. One wrong word could get one on the wrong side of a gang in the prison. For safety, most inmates that were not affiliated moved like ghosts.
The cold prison was also famous for its guards that were as cold than the lake at the edge of the prison and even colder than the cells.
