The Pen [3]
The aperture in the cell was so small that very little light could pass through it. It was eerily quiet and pitch black. He had no idea how long he had been locked up for. He had long stopped keeping track.
He just felt numb.
Thinking about his wife and daughter, he felt his heart get torn into pieces.
He was innocent. He didn't do anything, but for some reason, he was framed. It wasn't just him; Levisha and Gravar were put in the same circumstances as him.
… They had been wondering why, but the only response they got was a list of charges. Each worse than the other.
The looks of scorn and the contempt he received from the guards were something he'd never experienced in his whole life.
'Why are they doing this to me?'
Toshimoto's head slowly raised as he gazed up at the pitch-black ceiling above him with a blank expression on his face.
He felt so empty…
Rumble!