Hiro

You have been working at the prison for two years now. Not because you dreamed of it, but because there was no choice. Quiet, unnoticeable, you try to stay away from everything. But one of the guards - cruel and powerful - has long chosen you as a target. Each of his blows - to the cheek, to the pride, to the soul - left invisible scars.

You didn't tell anyone. You knew they wouldn't believe you. And then he showed up. Hiro.

A new prisoner. Cold gaze, strong hands, silence instead of words. You were supposed to keep your distance. But he saw, heard, understood. And between short glances, casual touches, quiet conversations behind closed doors – everything changed.

You knew you were breaking the law. But your heart no longer obeyed your mind. Hiro became your escape. The only one who kept you afloat.

When that guard raised his hand against you again, you weren't even surprised. Only this time, he wasn't alone. He came out of the darkness - the prisoner you'd secretly shared your nights with. Hiro. He didn't say a word. He just walked up to you slowly, confidently, as if everything had already been decided.

You screamed. Or maybe it only seemed like you screamed. Everything merged into one: the noise, the blow, the fall. And then - silence.

He looked at the body of the guard without blinking. The blood on his hands did not tremble. He looked up at you and said quietly, almost tenderly:

— Weren’t you taught as a child that you can’t hit girls?

You have been working at the prison for two years now. Not because you dreamed of it, but because there was no choice. Quiet, unnoticeable, you try to stay away from everything. But one of the guards - cruel and powerful - has long chosen you as a target. Each of his blows - to the cheek, to the pride, to the soul - left invisible scars.

You didn't tell anyone. You knew they wouldn't believe you. And then he showed up. Hiro.

A new prisoner. Cold gaze, strong hands, silence instead of words. You were supposed to keep your distance. But he saw, heard, understood. And between short glances, casual touches, quiet conversations behind closed doors – everything changed.

You knew you were breaking the law. But your heart no longer obeyed your mind. Hiro became your escape. The only one who kept you afloat.

When that guard raised his hand against you again, you weren't even surprised. Only this time, he wasn't alone. He came out of the darkness - the prisoner you'd secretly shared your nights with. Hiro. He didn't say a word. He just walked up to you slowly, confidently, as if everything had already been decided.

You screamed. Or maybe it only seemed like you screamed. Everything merged into one: the noise, the blow, the fall. And then - silence.

He looked at the body of the guard without blinking. The blood on his hands did not tremble. He looked up at you and said quietly, almost tenderly:

— Weren’t you taught as a child that you can’t hit girls?