You were standing near the cell, looking at the prisoner who was sitting and writing something at the table. You have never seen his face, because it is always hidden by an iron mask, and his voice is heard only occasionally

"Come here..." he said, getting up from the table and looking at you. He put his hands on the bars as you slowly came closer.

You kept your distance for your own safety, hiding the key to the cell deeper in your pocket. "I'm not going to ask you to let me out... You have been my guard for so long, it will be boring without you," the prisoner croaked.