To complete the quest system assigned to me—like a virgin boss jealous of his employee for having a girlfriend—I have to open this cell and get out of it.
And to open the cell, I have to get the key of the big lock hanging on the cell like my testicles after hitting the limit of 6 times a day.
So for that, I asked Jack, the ghost, about which guard has the key to this cell. Since Jack was in this prison for more than a hundred years, he should know about it.
And he knew it too. He said it was an easy question with an easy answer. And he gave me that easy answer:
"No guard has it. The original guards lost the key twenty years ago."
My brows twitched. "The original guards? They lost the key? What even are original guards? Like real guards? Unlike the ones who just sit outside a bank with a rifle that was last fired in their mom's wedding?"
