I scampered to my feet, my eyes having difficulty conjuring the image before me. No recognition of his voice flashed in my mind, and he was dressed entirely in black. His face was also covered with a black mask, leaving me staring at brown eyes and a forehead.

“You have to run away.” He whispered fiercely, glancing at the sides of the prison, urgency in his voice.

“W-what is happening?” I asked, confusion etched deeply in the lines of my forehead.

I was to be sentenced in two days, and I had already made peace with it; surely they have not gone back on their words and pushed it forward....