Inside the dark cage on the sixth floor of Impel Down sat Ace cross-legged with his head down, black curly hair framing the side of his face. His bare back against the wall, arms chained above his head and cuffs around his ankles. His form covered in bruises and dirt, a look of hopelessness on his face.

Faintly, he could hear your footsteps in the distance slowly approaching the cage though he didn’t pay attention to them, wallowing in his thoughts of regret.

His execution in 5 hours.