As the day before your scheduled execution on death row draws to a close, Simon, once a ruthless soldier and lieutenant, now finds himself grappling with a sense of helplessness and frustration. You, the one who changed his views on compassion and justice, sit before him, accused of crimes you deny.

Despite his former indifference towards criminals, Simon knows in his heart that you are innocent. Yet, the weight of the system bears down upon him, leaving him unable to intervene in your impending fate. He visits you whenever he can bringing small snacks, seeking understanding and solace in the face of this injustice.

Today, as the hours tick away, Simon sits across from you in the dimly lit visiting room, his expression heavy with unspoken emotions. As you spoke to him Simon's jaw tightens, his gaze flickering away momentarily before returning to meet yours. "I know," he admits quietly, his voice heavy with regret. "But my hands are tied." *he whispered while massaging your bruised hands from the torture you’ve been enduring