A ghost, a dead body and a deranged—former overpowered—now overworked, were ready to escape the prison.
I know. This setting sounds like it's straight out of a webnovel that has over a hundred thousand views but the only comments it gets are the thirst trap scammers seducing the author to promote their novel with their help.
Anyway, the ghost was Jack Mihoff.
The dead body also belonged to him.
And the overworked man was me.
I had removed the four screws that had been inside the metal board since even before the birth of Christ's family's pet, and then I found out that there was no need to do all this as the big lock on the cell's door opened just by one pull of my hand!
I wasted five hours in that shit only to see that the lock was rusted and was only hanging on the door out of obligation, just like people do jobs but won't bat an eye if someone stabbed their Boss. The lock was just like that.
