Wriothesley couldn’t wrap his head around it. Even if you’d been there for a month now. You were just a kid, a teen… How did you end up in this situation?

You absentmindedly scribble away in a notebook as you sat in the dining hall. Wriothesley’s eyes watch over you while a guard blabbed to him about some new protocol.

“…Hold that thought,” he’d mumble before walking across the main floor.

“What are we journaling today?”