So the Prisoner of Galak Thugs
1. Early Meeting

The cape is his name. In an underworld that the surface people of the city don't care about, the Cape is one of the most feared men.

He was very young, only entering the twenty-five year mark.

Wealth, power, fame among criminals, Tanjung finds it all by force.

The principle of his life is only one: if he is not the strongest, then he is better off dead.

Tonight, God granted a second choice of that principle.

Fresh blood flowed from his head so profusely. The view of Tanjung was blurred due to the blood entering her eyes.

He breathed short, as the worst possible wound was on his chest, on his broken ribs.

The word death will make you remember many mistakes while still alive. The Cape Breath wafts heavily and one by one it pops up. How many people have grudges against him?

The man who was crushed by his hands, even begging for mercy so as not to be hurt but Cape stepped on him. Or maybe, the people who hoped Tanjung would help them but she threw it away.

It all crossed.

When everything began to feel loose, and Tanjung was sure she would not see tomorrow, her ears faintly caught the sound.

But Tanjung was already unable to.

Closing his eyes, accepting death with many regrets as a human being.

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"Oh yeah, Ri, I gotta get on. The time limit is three days" said Ayudia.

Suri commented a smile of understanding though somewhat forced.

Just now, Ayudia who was her 'friend' charged Suri a monthly fee.

Not a big debt actually. Ayudia lent him some monthly necessities as a human, then Suri was clearly obligated to pay every early month.

No one is not tired of living hardship, right? Suri is the same.

"Yes" he answered later. "Tomorrow I bring the money. Thank you, Ma'am, for ngingetin."

"Yes, equally. Careful to go home."

Nodding briefly at that, Suri took her bag home. Glanced at the watch on his wrist, realizing that it was now in at one night.

Suri sometimes likes to be proud of herself. He worked until one o'clock at night, maybe the last two years, his savings never increased.

Suri never considered himself a poor man, but he also could not consider himself a rich man. Living alone in the city, having no support either father, mother or brother.

The Chief Suri was filled with thoughts about money. He hates money. Makes everything difficult and annoying. Forcing Suri to look for him when he never stayed. It became something Suri couldn't live on if she wasn't around.

"Morum." Suri could only sigh.

Among those branching thoughts, Suri passed through deserted alleys towards her small apartment. Just as Suri was about to turn, suddenly someone coughed, then groaned.

Spontaneous course Suri directs the cell phone flashlight to the sound source. Dumbstruck to find a man in white half-lying clothes with his back leaning against the wall, full of blood and wounds.

The white shirt she was wearing was even flushed red from her blood.

"Hey!" Suri approached the man in a panic. He almost vomited from the fishy smell of blood all over his body, and was afraid that this person might even die. "Mas! Hello, Mas?! Hey!"

Suri patted her cheeks, she remained unconscious.

Suri called the police, because it was clearly a big case. But Suri undoes his intentions.

Suri hates cops.

So instead of calling the police, Suri called someone she felt could help.

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