Dayie stared at the obscure darkness of the cell. From the distance, dripping water was echoing across the walls, like a leaking faucet that was left to drip overnight. The air was also thin and cold. Dayie wanted to at least embrace her body and curl into a ball. She felt that staying here longer would make her lungs freeze.
Day at Patriarge was blistering hot, but the night was freezing.
After Ria Sparrows left the cell with an odd statement, he didn't come back anymore. Dayie was expecting some executioner to finish their business, but there was no one who came to the cell. Dayie was almost certain that they meant to keep her hear for as long as they would want to.
"Finally…"
