Maine.
Shawshank Prison.
It was a morning in 1947.
Less than two years had passed since the end of World War II.
All kinds of people, idling around back home with nothing to do and suffering from postwar post-traumatic stress disorder, were prone to causing trouble and getting into fights.
This directly led to a surge in domestic gangs and all manner of criminal incidents.
It was even common for discharged veterans to perform Gun Fu in the streets and exchange passionate gunfire with the police, thrilling onlookers to no end. Naturally, prisons all across the country were doing booming business.
Shawshank Prison, this large penitentiary, was no exception. It was rather overcrowded.
Here, both old and new inmates stirred up trouble from time to time.
Especially those prisoners who had served in the military and seen the battlefield—they would occasionally kill a few fellow inmates...
Not only did this give Shawshank Prison a rather dreadful internal atmosphere,
The frequent inmate deaths also made the place look, to outsiders, like a veritable Evil Land on earth.
Once someone was sent in here,
They were more or less finished~
Naturally, for self-preservation and all kinds of purposes,
Forming cliques and factions in prison was unavoidable.
The situation described above
Not only made the current inmates pay close attention to every newcomer's arrival, trying to find companions among the new cellmates,
They were also constantly seeking out targets they could bully and exploit.
Within Shawshank Prison, where resources were limited and distributed by headcount,
Any easy-to-bully fellow
Was a precious resource point!
For outsiders to plunder.
Therefore,
All things considered,
Every new prisoner naturally drew considerable attention.
Whenever a prison van brought new inmates in from outside, everyone would tacitly watch them through the bars and wire fencing.
And while they were