"He would stab his best friend for the sake of writing an epigraph on his
tombstone."
- Oscar Wilde
My first week of being a Low rank gets on my nerves. Every day, I can't sleep properly because of the loud moans in the other room. So I decided to make my way, and sleep on my old cell.
I'm here now in Sean's cell, I came back here because I can no longer cope with the noise in the other room of the assassins.
Now and then a knocked on my door keeps on disturbing me from my sleep. This was made by male slaves who wanted me to take them out in exchange for a piece of bread. They want sex as usual. In exchange for food.
