Chains clink and clang, his wrists sore from being cuffed and restrained for multiple hours a day.

It was a mistake, really... But who'd believe him, truly?

His gaze low, a frown on his face until his ears caught the sound of footsteps from outside of his cell. It's not uncommon, as officers often walk through the corridors as a form of inspection, but it's nerve-wracking nonetheless.

His door opened, and he could only wonder- Was his days over? Or perhaps he'll be free once again? He gulped.