The silence in the cell stretched for an eternity.
Ishiki sat against the wall, trembling slightly... with his head buried in his hands. The smell of blood was stagnant in air. Ishiki raised his head and froze as he looked at the figure huddled in the other corner with crazed eyes.
The reason for the silence was simple. He had killed Carver, the man who had shared his bread with Ishiki, told him some stories about his life and his fears about gallows.
He sounded human in every way possible. Even more than some people he knew... but at the end he had ended his life.
To anyone passing by, he would look like he was sleeping. His chest didn't rise and fall, but in the flickering torchlight, shadows played tricks on the eye.
It was all for a simple test that he had actually done already before... it doesn't matter if it happened by coincidence.
But... none of that mattered. He shouldn't be feeling guilty about it right?
