He lifted the bone again.
CLANG. CLANG.
The lock did not move.
But the hallway suddenly became very quiet.
Too quiet.
Si Hon slowly lowered the bone and glanced around. Even the prisoners had stopped talking.
Then—
THUNK.
Heavy footsteps echoed somewhere far down the corridor.
One prisoner immediately whispered loudly, "Ohhh he's dead."
Another voice laughed. "First day and already summoning the guards. KEWK."
"RIP kid."
Si Hon's eye twitched. "Hey! Don't write my obituary yet!"
He looked down at the stubborn lock again, sighed dramatically, and tapped it once more with the bone.
CLINK.
The lock… popped open.
Si Hon blinked.
"…Huh."
For a long moment he simply stared at it.
Then he slowly raised both hands with the bone still in one of them like a victorious warrior.
"(⌐■-■)... knew it."
Han-Gyeol Mimi appeared in the air.
「( •̀ᴗ•́ )و 파파 amazing!」
Si Hon looked at the floating window.
"Woah… where systemy?"
