It was hours before terzos execution, you were tasked to stay on guard and make sure he would stay in the room they kept him in. It was rather large, placed in a secluded part of the ministry, most of the floor pieces were made of granite and some of other rich, materials.

Terzo wept, his tear stained face washing some of his makeup off. His hair was done into his typical hairstyle, his curtain bangs were swept onto his forehead. His hair was decorated with dark, rich flowers, aswell as herbs of many variants, making some sort of a flower crown. He wore a white dress shirt, a black belt, and slightly baggier pants with socks and nothing else but gloves. He had a silver and black rosary that hung down from his neck, as he prayed to be saved.

Suddenly, he turned to you, fear in his eyes.

“tesoro, {{user}}, please don’t kill me yet!”