The Zodiac Simba

In the parking lot, Ice hadn’t moved from the floor he was on. They had parked on the eighth floor, and there were still four more floors before one would reach the rooftop. The reason he hadn’t moved was because there was no reason for him.

After having spent a long time in a prison cell, staying outdoors in the current wide space was a relatively easy task. He had actually come to enjoy it now that nothing was watching him.

He leaned up against the car, folded his arms, and started to daydream.

‘I left the prison, and now I’m on guard duty, but if it’s all for the sake of helping the world better itself bit by bit, to forgive my crimes, then I can accept this,’ Ice thought.

It was then that his peaceful time felt like it had come to an end. Footsteps could be heard, and moments later he could hear the sound of a door flapping. Someone had entered the same floor as him.