At the moment, Percy still retained the temperament of a young master and a positive outlook in life that as long as he had the will, then God would definitely open a way for him. He totally did not expect that the inmates in Nightingale Prison would be so degenerate and made his life a living hell.
Ninety nine percent of the population in the prison was male. Even if there was a woman, it would be once in a blue moon and the competition for them would be so brutal that many lives were lost in the process. The wardens already knew how hot-blooded these men were and thus did not dare to put the women amongst them. Hell, it would be like throwing a plump rabbit to a group of ravenous wolves!
