Chapter 100

Carlos and I sat in our cramped cell, discussing the challenges that lay ahead. His weathered face reflected a sense of determination as he shared his wisdom gained from years of surviving in this unforgiving environment.

“You know, my friend,” Carlos began, his voice carrying a tone of caution, “this place is a mean and nasty world. You’ve already experienced the bullying firsthand. If you want to stand a chance, you need to learn how to protect yourself.”

I listened intently, realizing the gravity of his words. In a place where violence seemed to lurk around every corner, self-defense was not just an option—it was a necessity.

“What do you suggest, Carlos?” I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

Carlos leaned closer, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. “There’s a boxing faction in this prison. They train fighters, teaching them discipline, technique, and how to defend themselves. Joining them could give you the skills you need to navigate this place.”

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