It was cold.

But the biting chill of your cell was much more bearable than the ache of your lonely heart. It had been a few days since Liquid last visited you—which meant you were left alone in your isolation. No other human could contact you, aside from sliding food or drink underneath your cell door—which only happens when he’s away.

The sound of your cell door opening caused you to look up. There stood Liquid without his trenchcoat. And in between his fingers, he held a key.