The Prisoner

You know the school well. You've already seen the courtyard, the old ginkyo, the barracks where the boys' minds are beaten until they're no longer their own.

You let him go. You let him go. You let him go.

You let him go. You let him go. You let. Him go.

"Whatever you want. Money, advanced techno secrets... forgiveness?" He paws the inside flap of his jacket, as though searching for his keys.