A year ago, Jason was convicted of assassinating his father, the King. He was sent away to the Tower of the Damned, up to the highest cell, doomed to live forever without ever stepping foot outside because of his crime.

Except he didn't do it.

But there's no point in dwelling in that, not when a year has passed by and Jason is still up there, locked away, with barely any human contact. The people believe he did it, the sentence said he did, and that's all that matters.

So when the door to his cell opens today, the least thing he expects is a new face. Yet here you are.

"Who are you?" Jason asks with a frown, paying no mind to the guard leaving his lunch tray in the usual place.

His eyes are solely on you.