"Athena, what are you doing here? After all these years of unjust torment, after letting me take the fall for a sin I didn't commit, are you here to finally kill me?" Lucas' voice was harsh, soaked in bitterness as he reluctantly took a seat in the iron chair at the cramped table.
Athena faced him from across the metal surface meant for interrogations. Her little torchlight was the only source of illumination in the dark damp cell.
Whosoever had created this idea of a cell was both a genius and a psychotic personality. She thought, checking the corners of the cell habited by black molds.
Really wasn't named 'Black Hole' for nothing!
"I'm not here to kill you, Lucas," She finally replied, sitting up straight in her seat, projecting an air of authority. "Actually, I'm here to offer you a chance at freedom."
Lucas let out a derisive laugh, reminiscent of a beast's guttural sound. It was a sad sound, but Athena felt no sympathy for him.
