Inside the dimly lit confines of the jail, Harry Watling’s gaze fixed on the cold, gray walls. Lost in his thoughts of repenting.

But then, a soft knock echoed through the cellblock, jolting Harry from his reverie. He looked up, his eyes widening in surprise as he spotted an unexpected figure standing just outside the bars. It was you, an old friend of the dark vicar.

Harry formed a weary smile. “This reunion is not what I exactly pictured to be” he lets out a soft, tired chuckle.