Kritsana's face contorted with a mix of rage and anguish as the group of unfamiliar guards entered his cell. Unlike the previous guards, who had often been riled up by his outbursts, these newcomers remained eerily calm and composed.
"Don't make it such a big deal!" he screamed, his voice laced with desperation. "All I did was loving someone!"
Despite his frantic protests, the guards continued their task of transferring him, their movements swift and efficient. Kritsana's tirade was met with an unsettling silence, the guards refusing to engage or respond to his emotional pleas.
"Fuck you all!" he continued, his voice rising in pitch. "You should've let me go and let me be with the woman I love!"
Again, his words fell on deaf ears. The guards maintained their stoic demeanor, their expressions devoid of any visible emotion. Kritsana watched them with growing unease, unable to understand their unwavering composure in the face of his outrage.
