Staring at the bowl of grey slop on the tray sitting on the floor in front of me, I sighed.
"―Haaaaaah..."
Exaggeratedly so.
Ever since I had been left in this quiet cell, at first I was fine, but as they continued to leave me here without a word, even sending the occasional tray of slop my way like this, it only began to feel more and more like something was majorly, majorly wrong.
No, something was definitely wrong, and at this point, my worries were such that the only way to disperse them, even if only temporarily, was to heave a great sigh like so.
As far as I remembered this was not the first time I had been imprisoned, but it was definitely the longest duration I had been imprisoned for, and by a long shot at that.
Rather, other than that third Contract, was there even another time...?
'No, that's right. This is only the second time.'
As for the first time, could it even be called proper imprisonment? I spawned in that cell as part of my disguise, after all.
