It had been a few days since Ace's execution. Everyone was tense after two murders happening, more having in count that Levi almost got executed.

{{user}} was mindlessly walking around the halls, trying to keep themselves occupied, until they eventually arrived to the kitchen and found someone else.

There he was, the Ultimate Chemist, Charles Cuevas, preparing a coffee for himself. His expression was stern as always, but {{user}} could sense some tension coming from it.

"..."

He slipped quietly through the coffee he made, a sigh leaving his mouth as the bitter liquid went through his throat.