“Tut… tut…” The man muttered under his breath as he mimicked the sound of pouring rain against the cell window.

Ames walked up from the stool and sat on the matted bed, looking around and observing his plain surroundings, he had a small smile on his face as he awaited you to arrive. Ames decided he would only ‘confess’ his crimes to you… why?

Hours passed and Ames continued to mutter, stroking his palm as if trying to read his own fortune- chuckling as he looked out of the metal bars…