What would you do if, upon entering prison for the first time, everyone thought you were weak, not knowing you could defeat them single-handedly? When TomΓ‘s walked through the rusty gates of the Santa Cruz penitentiary, the air seemed heavier. His lowered gaze and thin body made him the perfect target. No one imagined that this silent man, his restrained movements, hid a past that few would dare to face.
Recently convicted of a street fight where, ironically, he had defended an elderly man from thieves, TomΓ‘s was sent to serve two years in prison for excessive use of force. He wasn’t a criminal, but he had already learned that justice often favors the aggressor. Upon entering, less than 30 minutes passed before he was noticed by the rat, an inmate known for terrorizing newcomers.
Tall, muscular, with a scar across his face and a crooked smile. The rat approached with his group like a vulture smelling blood. Look what they brought us. A toothpick with a monk’s face. Have you come to pray or cry, rookie? The others laughed. TomΓ‘s didn’t respond; he just lowered his gaze and continued walking.
But that was enough for the rat to feel challenged. He pushed him against the wall and threw the first punch, not to hurt, but to mark his territory. TomΓ‘s let himself be hit. It wasn’t the time yet. But what no one knew was that this skinny, quiet man was no ordinary prisoner. In his youth, he had been a martial arts instructor for the police and had trained with some of the best kung fu masters in the world.
And although he had sworn never to use his skills again, he was about to break that promise. The following days were hell for TomΓ‘s. The rat and his group followed him around every corner of the prison, in the dining room, in the courtyard, even in the showers. They threw his food on the floor, stole his soap, and sometimes forced him to clean their cells like a servant. Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI