A month has passed.
I woke up early to begin my morning patrol, a pair of black jeans and a black shirt, I always saw it as a camouflage once the sun is no longer in sight.
Once I stepped out, I found three familiar guards approaching, I walked towards them when one of them grabbed me.
“What are you doing?” I asked confused.
“You are under arrest”
“What the hell do you mean?” I lashed out at him struggling. I hadn’t done anything wrong for me to be arrested. This must be some sort of prank.
They refused to let me go and dragged me all the way to the dark cells.
“What is the reason for the arrest, why are you arresting me?” I kept asking but they didn’t answer me.
I was shoved into a cell, similar to the previous one I had been in, no light or a means to relive myself. Hardly any sp
