The darkness lifts slowly.
In the middle of the Justice hall, someone was standing silently. His attire was of a Monarch. The ring on the finger was dimming its shine on his finger.
The body was being shackled with a chain made of iron. Voice seems to not come out of the throat. As if something was holding the voice.
'Don't speak a word...from now on.' That person didn't turn back to look in the eye but the voice from him was next to the ear as a whisper.
Even though the voice sounded, nobody could hear it. Because it was only directed to the listener. His black hair was shining with the light that was only focused on him in the hall. The judges were discussing among them while the person waiting for the verdict. From the back of his silhouette, he seemed to be composed and stood tall.
'You admit all the charges?' one of the judges asked.
'Yes.' His voice was calm.
