Romain
I never would have guessed that I’d end up here.
In front of the prison. The place I ran away from only days before. It’s suicidal, and I’ve never considered myself a suicidal person.
If I’d wanted to off myself, I’d have done it a long time ago in the prison. I had ten and a half years to plan my death accordingly yet I always chose to hold onto hope instead.
Hope that one day, I’d make the people who shoved me in that hellhole pay.
The day has finally come. We have a somewhat solid plan that’s depending on the rotations of the guards not having changed since we left the prison. If they have, we’re in a bit of a fix.
I look over my shoulder at the group of rogues behind me. We’re only seven—just enough to grab the head enforcer and take him to a place that will be easier
