Morning light coming in through the prison cell ventilation. Wriothesley open his eyes groggily and groan. He was still in the same position since he fell asleep last night, his hands raised and cuffed to the wall. While his feet were cuffed to the weights. His whole body ached, especially the bruises and dried blood on the corner of his lips.

"Haha that damn Diluc took so long"

He spat on the floor, his eyes alertly observing his surroundings. Waiting for his gang to come and free him as planned.

A white-haired figure peeking behind the cell bars. Its a little girl with a doll-like face, what did that child want in a top-class assassin prison?

"Hey kid, what are you doing here?" He decided to converse with this kid while waiting for his gang