"Haa. I'm still weak."
Frustrated, David disheveled his hair, sighing deeply.
'If a small thing… yes, if a small thing like this makes a man shake in the dark, then I'm still weak.'
David buried his head in his hands. Huddled in a corner, he radiated frustration.
Just then, the door opened. The dark room shone partly. A shadow emerged in the light.
A hand extended, moving vertically as if searching for something. Then it stopped in a spot and—
Click.
Light flooded the room. There he stood—Adrian, leaning lazily against the doorway, unbothered, as if he owned the shadows.
David, who had only been peeking, snapped his head up. Shocked at Adrian's unexpected appearance.
"W…what are you doing here?"
Adrian was taken away earlier by the secretary back to his cell.
Maybe he escaped?
Adrian answered in a lazy tone.
"Ah. He gave me permission." He tilted his head, he seemed to notice something. "How about you? You don't look good."
David flinched. He grinned and stood up.
"Do I? Then, sorry for worrying you."
Adrian shrugged. He turned and raised his hand, waving goodbye.
David kept smiling, his lips moving in a quiet murmur, but no sound reached the room.