Chapter 5: Pragma, Favela + Richarlyson
New island, old faces.
Seeing Cell again was… uncomfortable. There were a lot of mixed emotions seeing Cell—Cellbit—aboard the same cargo ship they woke up on, but discomfort was the easiest one to name. Discomfort, and panic. Pac had a feeling the whole thing would have ended in disaster very fast if not for the presence of another familiar face: Felps. Felps, the Alcatraz prison guard who favored Pac. The man who always smelled faintly of incense, which Pac recalled through the sharp, coppery stench of blood as he was carried by gentle arms to the prison's hospital after being mauled by Cell. A mild, earthy scent Pac thought he'd only imagined in his delirium. Felps, who they last saw lying in a pool of blood, sprawled on the cold concrete prison floor where Cell had killed him. Yet here he was sitting calmly next to Cellbit, casually talking with him as if the man wasn’t his murderer.
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