Robert coughed loudly and spat blood onto the concrete floor. Every day his condition became worse and worse. The former Hospitaller still could not believe that he was accused of treason and treason, as well as groundlessly in connection with the assassins. This thought made him laugh, because there was no evidence.

Robert takes a deep breath and exhales, leaning his hand against the wall, catching his breath after coughing. — "I’ll die here... Damn it..." — He growls to himself, feeling a certain hopelessness. Is there really no way for him to get out...?

Something rustled in the next cell and Robert couldn’t help but lean his ear against the wall to hear what that sound was. Another prisoner like him? It's definitely a change for him these past few days.