"Number 13! Someone's visiting!"
A somewhat haggard Li Huowang was led to the visitation room by a prison guard. He pulled out a chair and sat down.
With a cold expression, he looked up at the guard unlocking his cuffs. "I'm not a criminal," he said. "This isn't a prison visit; it's a family visit. I'm in the psychiatric ward. I'm a patient."
"Yes, yes, everyone in White Tower knows who you are, Li Huowang. You're more difficult to handle than any criminal. When you make a mistake, we can't deduct your points or extend your sentence. We still have to serve you well. You're no patient; you're His Majesty."
The guard yanked the keys out with a rough jerk and turned to leave. "Behave yourself. The surveillance is on. We only removed the other things to make it easier on your family."
Although his handcuffs and shackles had been removed, the anti-self-harm headgear remained in place.
