Night fell, and it was quiet within the jailhouse. Jun Wu Xie sat alone in her jail cell neither frustrated nor displeased, and she just sat there quietly, as quiet as she had always been like she would be in her own room. The jailors had come by to check on her twice and they had never seen anyone who had been caught and thrown into jail remain so calm. Jun Wu Xie's completely unconcerned demeanor really made people forget her young age. But seeing the boy not causing any trouble, the jailors had not said much either.
Late into the night, the jailors could not fight off sleep any longer and several figures quietly slipped into the prison.
