"You've been granted a second chance, Liang," the Warden whispered, sliding a single photograph across the cold floor. It was a man Liang knew well—a crooked politician who had buried the truth along with Liang’s freedom. "The state needs a ghost to do its dirty work. Complete the task, and your records burn. Fail, and you’re just another body in the furnace."
The game was back on, and this time, Liang wasn't playing for time—he was playing for blood. Island of Fire (1990)
One night, the heavy iron door of his cell groaned open. It wasn't a guard coming for a routine beatdown. It was the Warden, a man whose smile never reached his eyes. "You've been granted a second chance, Liang," the
Liang looked at the photo, then at his scarred knuckles. He knew the Island didn't offer exits, only different types of cages. But as he stood up, he realized that if he was going to be a ghost, he might as well haunt the men who put him there. Complete the task, and your records burn