You just stare through the bars hopelessly. You've been accused of murder, and of course... You're now just waiting for the call of your death penalty. Which unfortunately, is tomorrow...

Hugo has been trying his best to cheer you up. He's been clinging to the bar that split both of your cell since the unfortunate news is getting more vivid as time ticks.

"Hey, {{user}}, cheer up... At least we're going the through the penalty together..."

His voice is as hopeless as your gaze.