"Go ahead. Tell me who is strongest here?" Noel repeated himself, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence like a blade.

Henry's voice quivered slightly as he answered, his eyes darting nervously around the room, seeking escape from an admission that felt dangerous to voice.

"Sir, Agnus is the strongest one here."

Noel's gaze narrowed, a flicker of interest dancing behind his eyes at the mention of Agnus's name.

He leaned in closer, his voice low and measured as he pressed for further confirmation.

"Agnus? What do you all think?" Noel's question hung in the air like a veil of anticipation, his eyes sweeping over the gathered inmates in search of a consensus.

The other inmates exchanged hesitant glances, their expressions a mixture of fear and deference as they weighed their words carefully.

The tension was palpable, thickening the air as they pondered the consequences of their agreement.

But after a moment of tense silence, one by one, they nodded in agreement, their voices echoing with a collective affirmation.

"Yes, sir. We all also think the same," they murmured in unison, their voices barely above a whisper.

The acknowledgment of Agnus's dominance carried with it a mixture of respect and trepidation, their fear of him almost tangible.

Noel's brows furrowed in deep contemplation as he absorbed Henry's words, his mind racing with a flurry of questions and conjectures.

The air crackled with tension as he leaned in closer, his eyes boring into Henry's with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the walls of the prison cell.

"Can you tell me a little more about him?" Noel's voice was low and measured, a faint undercurrent of urgency tinged with a hint of apprehension.

Henry shifted uncomfortably under Noel's penetrating gaze, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.

"There isn't much information about him, sir," he began, his words hesitant as he treaded carefully around the delicate subject.

"He's been in prison for more than ten years. But there are rumors... rumors that he had killed the many heroes and was stopped only by the head of Nexus officers."

The weight of Henry's revelation hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow of unease over the gathered inmates.

In the dim light of their shared confinement, Noel could see the fear etched into their faces, a silent acknowledgment of the power and danger that Agnus wielded.

"If he is that much dangerous, then why is he still being kept alive instead of killing him?" Noel's question cut through the silence like a knife, his voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

"Because, sir, his skin is said to be invulnerable to anything," Henry replied, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to articulate the gravity of Agnus's supposed abilities.

"Killing him was not possible."

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Noel's mind raced with possibilities as he mulled over Henry's words, his thoughts consumed by the enigma that was Agnus.

If the rumors were true, then Agnus was not only the strongest inmate in the prison, but also a force to be reckoned with, capable of defying death itself.

"Okay. So where can I meet him? In which cell is he?" Noel's voice was tinged with impatience, his curiosity piqued by the mystery surrounding Agnus's confinement.

But Henry's response only served to deepen Noel's confusion.

"Sorry, sir, but you can't meet him," Henry replied, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

"Huh? But why?" Noel's frustration was palpable, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to make sense of the situation.

"Because he is not in a simple cell like us, but in a special confinement zone," Henry explained, his words carrying a weight of solemnity that sent a shiver down Noel's spine.

"Special confinement zone?" Noel echoed, his mind racing to comprehend the implications of Henry's revelation.

"I forgot to explain about the structure of the prison," Henry began, his voice low and hesitant.

The explanation unfolded slowly, each word laden with the grim reality of the prison's unique layout.

The prison was meticulously structured into four tiers, each serving a distinct purpose in the complex ecosystem of confinement and control.

Tier 1 - General Population: This tier served as the heart of the prison, housing the vast majority of its inmates.

Within this tier, individuals with varying levels of security classification occupied standard cells or dormitories, their lives governed by the rhythms of communal living.

They had access to common areas such as the bustling cafeteria, expansive recreation yard, and shared facilities, offering a fragile thread of humanity in their confined existence.

Tier 2 - Specialized Units or High-Security Area:

Reserved for inmates requiring heightened levels of security or specialized supervision, this tier was a realm apart from the bustling activity of Tier 1.

Here, the air was thick with tension, the echo of restrained rage and whispered threats a constant backdrop.

Inmates with violent tendencies, gang affiliations, or deemed high-risk were housed, their cells fortified with additional security measures to contain their potential for disruption.

Restricted privileges and limited interaction with others characterized life in this tier, as inmates navigated the razor's edge of heightened surveillance and control, their days marked by a relentless vigilance.

Tier 3 - Administrative Segregation: In the shadowy recesses of this tier, inmates found themselves isolated from the bustling hum of general population life.

Whether due to disciplinary infractions, safety concerns, or the potential danger they could cause, individuals in administrative segregation were confined to their cells for the majority of the day.

With minimal contact with other inmates and staff, their existence was marked by a relentless cycle of isolation and surveillance, their every move scrutinized under the unblinking gaze of authority, the walls of their cells closing in with each passing day.

Tier 4 - Supermax Facility: At the pinnacle of the prison's hierarchy, Tier 4 stood as an impenetrable fortress of security and control.

Here, the most dangerous and high-profile inmates were confined, their very presence a testament to the gravity of their transgressions.

Cells in this tier were bastions of solitude, fortified with advanced security features and stringent protocols to contain the volatile energies within.

The silence was absolute, broken only by the mechanical hum of security systems and the distant echoes of restrained rage.

The isolation was profound, a stark reminder of the severity of their crimes and the unyielding grip of the prison's authority.

"This is what public know but in reality there's one more area." Henry's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, the revelation heavy with a sense of dread.

"And that area is Special Confinement Zone?" Noel echoed, his voice tinged with a mixture of intrigue and trepidation.

"Yes, sir. A prison only to keep one prisoner. No one is allowed to go near it and security is highest there," Henry explained, his words laced with an almost palpable fear.

"Hmm... Can you also tell me about a little about the police system?" Noel asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes, sir." Henry's voice steadied as he began his explanation.

According to him, there are seven prisons in the country, each falling under the jurisdiction of one of the seven superintendents.

Dustin is the in-charge of this prison. Above them are three generals, and over the generals is the head of the Nexus officers.

Besides these eleven people, there are many three-star(commanders) to one-star heroes in the police.

"How do you know all this?" Noel asked, curiosity evident in his tone.

A shadow passed over Henry's features, his eyes darkening with memories of a past he seemed reluctant to revisit.

"Because once I was also an officer," he confessed, his voice heavy with the weight of his revelation.

Noel's brows furrowed in surprise, his mind reeling at the revelation.

"Really? But you aren't that strong," he remarked, his confusion evident as he struggled to reconcile Henry's current status as an inmate with his former role as a prison officer.

"Because my powers are restricted due to neutralizing serum," Henry explained, his voice tinged with bitterness as he spoke of the potent substance that had stripped him of his abilities.

"Neutralizing serum?" Noel repeated, his puzzlement deepening at the mention of this mysterious substance.

Henry nodded grimly, his gaze meeting Noel's with a steely resolve.

"It's a drug they inject in us daily to suppress the abilities of powered individuals like me," he explained, his voice laced with a mixture of resignation and defiance.

"It keeps us in check, makes us manageable."

"So that injection was for this, to reduce my power?" Noel's voice was laced with a hint of incredulity, his mind racing to comprehend the full extent of the serum's effects.

"Yeah. But I don't know why it doesn't affect you?" Henry's words hung in the air like a lingering question, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and frustration.

Noel's lips curved into a knowing smile, a flicker of amusement dancing behind his eyes as he contemplated Henry's query.

The reason why the serum didn't affect him was no mystery to him; he had long ago learned how to overcome its effects, thanks to the teachings of Sauron, his mentor and guide during his time in the experimental facility.

"Interesting," Noel mused, his voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction as he gained important information from his fellow inmates.