Despite the intense and dark hunger deep within Jill's heart—a hunger sharpened by the consumption of other souls to gain power—the relentless craving only grew stronger. While the children in the dormitory slept soundly, an icy spirit hovered above their heads. Jill glided past the beds, gazing intently at the face of a sleeping child and smiled. The warmth of the child's body and the sweet scent of their breath were incredibly tempting, but Jill shook its head.
"Too skinny, a weak soul," it mused.
Jill floated to another bed, scrutinizing the child from head to toe before smiling.
"This one will do."
It reached out with its cold, withered hand to caress the child's cheek, the icy touch making the sleeping child shiver and reach for the blanket.
Jill smiled, "I'll let you live for a few more days."
Then it vanished as if melting into the air.
The following week, on Sunday afternoon, a new inmate arrived at the reformatory. His name was Silat, a seventeen-year-old brute with a penchant for violence, particularly enjoying the torment of the frail and delicate children. Silat was a sadist who took pleasure in inflicting pain on his partners, a depraved passion that had led him to be imprisoned for kidnapping, abuse, and sexual assault of two minors he had kept captive in his home.
By now, Zoe had grown significantly during his long stay in the reformatory. His youthful, beautiful face with its fair complexion attracted attention, including that of Silat, who had taken notice of Zoe on his first day. Silat had his sights set on Zoe and, naturally, wanted to carry out all the vile things he had fantasized about on the boy’s beautiful body.
Since Alger’s death, Zoe preferred to bathe alone—a fact known by all the children in the dorm. Even Silat, who had only been at the reformatory for a few days, was aware of this. He had waited for Zoe in the bathroom numerous times but had never caught him there. Zoe would enter and lock the door only after everyone else had finished bathing and left. On this particular day, as all the children had already exited the communal bathroom, Zoe entered and locked the door behind him, unaware that Silat was still inside, waiting like a predator.
Zoe set his belongings aside and began to remove his shirt when he heard soft footsteps approaching. He paused, sensing someone behind him. Zoe turned, but it was too late. Silat lunged at him, attacking fiercely and throwing him to the floor. Zoe struggled to push Silat off, but the larger man easily overpowered him, laughing maniacally. Silat grabbed Zoe’s hair and slammed his head against the cold tile floor. The pain was overwhelming, and darkness quickly enveloped Zoe’s consciousness.
When Zoe finally regained consciousness, he saw Silat’s menacing, cruel face and felt his hands still gripping his own. Silat leaned close, whispering in Zoe’s ear, “Zoe, why do you keep avoiding me? You know I’ve had my eye on you.”
“Get off me, you bastard.”
“Already so hostile? I haven’t done anything yet,” Silat laughed wickedly, “Now I’m really going to be a bastard.”
Silat tore Zoe’s shirt into two pieces and began to grope him with his filthy, despicable hands. Zoe fought back with all his might, but his frail body was no match for Silat’s brute strength. Meanwhile, Jill watched from the sidelines, doing nothing despite having the power to intervene. Jill wanted Zoe to call out for him in desperation, hoping that Zoe would cry out for him as a savior, at which point Jill could kill Silat and consume his soul openly.
Silat used the torn shirt to bind Zoe’s hands. His heated, deranged hands slid over the young boy’s chest, while his other hand yanked down Zoe’s pants. The crude touch made Zoe tremble violently, tears streaming down his pale face. Zoe’s hands were bound, unable to help him escape from Silat’s depraved desires. His body was wracked with pain and his neck arched in a desperate plea, making him appear even more vulnerable and enticing to Silat.
No child could endure such profound humiliation, having their dignity and body trampled by a repulsive and vile individual. Zoe’s entire body tensed with rage as he screamed, "You bastard, you’ll regret this. I’ll skin you alive and strip your bones."
"Regret? Skin me alive... Haha," Silat chuckled, "Let’s see if I regret it. But for now, you should worry more about what’s coming next."
Jill watched as Zoe, trembling, cried out for help, "Jill, please… Jill…"
Silat’s low, mocking laughter filled the room. He roughly pulled Zoe’s chin, “Jill? Not quite, you’ve forgotten my name, haven’t you? It’s Silat. You should call me nicely so I can be gentler.”
“Shut up,” Zoe yelled, "I’ll kill you."
“Alright, I’ll wait… I’m looking forward to seeing how expressive your pain will be.”
Exhausted from Silat’s tortures, Zoe struggled fiercely, but Silat merely tore away the rest of Zoe’s clothing, leaving only his underwear, and began to bite and whip him with a hidden leather whip. Each lash left Zoe writhing in agony on the cold floor, while Silat’s sadistic grin widened with pleasure. The sight of Zoe’s desperate resistance and the torture he endured thrilled Silat. It was exhilarating to control someone else’s emotions, as if he were a god observing from above. 
His strikes grew more forceful, and with each lash, Zoe bled more profusely, unable to scream any longer. He could only extend his hand towards Jill, his eyes pleading for rescue.
Upon seeing Zoe’s distress, Jill acted swiftly. With a flash, Jill’s spirit merged with Zoe’s body. Zoe’s eyes, now glowing with vengeful rage, fixed on Silat, making him shiver and retract his smile. The whip in Silat’s hand was caught by Zoe, and the bonds binding Zoe’s hands snapped easily. Zoe threw the whip aside, sending Silat crashing against the wall. Zoe slowly rose, while Silat struggled to get up and retreated a few steps.
Seeing Zoe’s newfound strength, Silat’s initial bravado waned, though he still smirked arrogantly. “Just kidding… I didn’t mean to hurt you, just having a bit of fun… Oh, by the way, it’s time to switch places. I’m very willing.”
Silat tossed the whip towards Zoe, but Zoe ignored it, staring intently at him. The murderous intent in Zoe’s eyes chilled Silat to the bone. In an instant, Zoe was before Silat, grasping his throat and throwing him against the sink. Silat’s head struck the sink, leaving a deep gash from which blood flowed freely.
Fearful now, Silat realized he could no longer continue. Desperate, he tried to crawl towards the door, but Zoe, recognizing his intent, opened his mouth and screamed. A luminous, white spirit emerged from his darkened mouth, rushing towards Silat with the swiftness of a gale. The translucent arms gripped Silat’s throat, lifting him high and slamming him against the wall above the door.
This was the first time Zoe had witnessed such a scene. He stared in disbelief as Jill’s translucent spirit held Silat suspended, both his body and soul in agony. Zoe felt a mix of fear and disgust—disgust at Silat’s madness and Jill’s malevolent spirit as it devoured the warm soul slowly being drawn from Silat’s struggling body. Most of all, Zoe loathed himself for aiding Jill in killing Silat, yet he felt no urge to save him. Deep down, Zoe also wanted Silat dead.
As Silat’s final threads of soul were consumed, his once-pale body became ashen and lifeless. Jill turned to Zoe with a smile, as if to say it had taken care of the scum for him. Zoe turned away, unwilling to look at the malevolent spirit any longer. At this moment, he seemed to understand what had happened to Finn.
In the dark night, the city sky was adorned with shimmering stars, calm and serene. Time passed quietly, and it was now four in the morning. Outside, cars sped down the road, their bright headlights trailing like endless streams of water in the unbroken darkness.
Inside the Wales reformatory, the warden pressed the alarm to wake the inmates for morning exercise. He sat in the cabin with a cigarette just lit and a half-empty cup of coffee. Watching the drowsy and sluggish students slowly make their way to the yard, the warden, displeased, stood up and reached for the door but remembered his coffee. After finishing his cigarette and coffee, he went to check the dorms for any stragglers avoiding the morning exercise.
In the quiet dormitory, the warden walked around but found no one, so he turned to leave. Suddenly, a frantic student stumbled out of the bathroom, pale-faced, and fell as he approached the warden. The warden, holding a baton, warned him.
“Stay down, or I’ll hit you.”
The fallen student struggled to his feet, breathing heavily, “There… There’s a dead person in the bathroom.”
After the warden entered to investigate and confirmed that a newly arrived inmate had died under mysterious circumstances in the communal bathroom, forensic experts and medical staff were called in, and even the police came for the investigation. To facilitate the examination and collection of evidence, all the inmates were required to stay outside in the yard. Zoe sat in a corner, watching the people in blue and white uniforms moving about, while the other kids huddled together, whispering and speculating about what had happened inside the communal bathroom.
Because of the torture inflicted by Silat the night before, Zoe was sore and aching all over. Nevertheless, he forced himself to join the morning exercise routine, as not doing so would have resulted in even worse consequences. Fortunately, he could now sit in a corner and rest for a while. 
Jill was also sitting beside Zoe, and due to the long sleeves of the prison uniform, the bruises and whip marks on his body were not visible. However, the bite marks left by Silat on his neck were still clearly visible. Zoe had to use some medicated plaster he had previously obtained from the infirmary to cover them, in order to avoid drawing the attention of the other kids or the prison guards.