"Clang, clang."
The sound of someone battering a cell shattered the silence of the night, waking all the prisoners in the jail.
The Marine on night duty quickly rose to his feet and hurried toward the cell where the noise was coming from.
As he drew closer, he saw a blond youth locked inside, gripping the iron bars with both hands and violently shaking the cell door.
Dust rained down, and the cell door was actually showing clear signs of coming loose. The terrifying strength contained within the youth's body startled the Marine on duty.
"Stop it, Cavendish! Stop right now!"
The Marine glanced at the nameplate outside the cell, slammed his hand against the iron door, and shouted at Cavendish inside.
However, Cavendish seemed not to hear the Marine's furious yell. He continued shaking the door with all his strength, as though he intended to destroy it that way.
"Clang, clang."
The deafening noise echoed through the entire prison. Seeing that Cavendish had no intention of stopping, the Marine tensed and hurried back to the duty room to get the keys.
His thinking was simple. If words could not calm a prisoner down, then he would use other methods to help the prisoner calm down.
Prison guards had to deal with all kinds of inmates with wildly different temperaments every day. Sometimes, they truly encountered troublesome prisoners. Ordinary methods were useless against such people, and more extreme measures were often needed to suppress a riotous inmate.
For that reason, those who became prison guards in the New Marines system tended to be people with sound minds and relatively weaker emotional sensitivity.
Only people like that could truly hold onto themselves in such an environment.
Those who stared into the abyss found the abyss staring back at them.
Long-term exposure