More than ten years later.
At night.
A torrential rain poured outside.
Thunder rumbled, and the storm howled.
Inside Shawshank Prison.
Andy followed the passage he had painstakingly dug bit by bit with a small hammer, crawling toward the sewage pipe.
He held the stone in his hands high.
Listening intently to the thunder outside.
His expression was repressed and furious.
At this moment.
The final step of his escape plan.
He recalled everything from the past.
His memories with his wife.
His days as a successful man.
The countless thoughts he had when he saw his wife's corpse.
His speechless helplessness in court.
All the things he had experienced during his many years in prison.
And that young man who had died because of him.
As well as.
The warden's attitude—knowing full well that he was innocent, yet choosing to keep him imprisoned for his own benefit, even going so far as to kill an innocent man...
His face grew even more savage.
At the very end...
He also recalled his conversation with Satan many years ago.
"Since You know I was wrongly accused, does God know all this too?"
He clearly remembered that Satan had not tried to conceal or distort anything.
He had answered directly:
"Of course He knows."
"But He does not care."
"Because this is your own problem."
"Surely you cannot expect Him to create you, then act as your nanny and arrange everything properly for you?"
"That would be far too wishful."
"Giving you life was already a blessing in itself, was it not?"
Faced with that explanation.
After remaining silent for quite a while.
Andy had been left speechless.
After that.
Satan continued:
"Among all things in this world are countless races. Humanity is not superior among them, and likewise, the joys