The fateful hour was 9 a.m. that day in the prison cells. At the very moment when their hopes had been crushed, the moment when they thought there would be no hope for any of them, at least for another day,
Everyone had done their daily hygiene routines and had returned to their cells, with each of the locks on the cells put under lock and key.
The Queen had rested her head on Jin's shoulder, having an idle talk with him in hopes of passing the time for the day in the blink of an eye. The same was so for everyone, as vain hope was the last thing any of them wanted to have. The only hopeful thing some of them did was pray, as most of them were theists forged in the heat of the Kristene/Dominian/Dominican religion.
