Thorn Flower Prison.
3:16 p.m, afternoon.
Inside the gorgeous office at the top floor the warden Jones and his butler Peter were sitting in balcony enjoying tea. A black cat was lying above the table and purring once in a while. People who were familiar with the warden knew that he was fond of raising small animals. Cats and dogs were his favorites.
He preferred kittens and puppies to a woman. One he invited a master painter to portray his cat and dog in the office.
Moreover a prison guard once forgot to feed dinner to his hound 'Cassie' and a since then no one had seen that guard.
"Greedy little kitten ... ..." Jones touched black cat's head while there was a kind smile on his face.
He was just 38 years old. In addition to his huge background, his abilities were not that could be ignored by the others.
"It's raining again," butler Peter sighed as he looked out the window to the rain.
Jones indifferently said: "It's just a drizzle."
