Hades
The halls leading to the holding wing felt longer than usual—colder, narrower. The further I walked, the deeper the weight in my chest became. Not guilt. No, not anymore.
Just pressure.
Like something inside me was growing too big for the skin that held it.
The lights flickered above in rhythm with my footsteps. My shadow stretched and warped across the walls like something unrecognizable, something... watching.
Five personnel followed at a distance. Clad in white medical coats, they whispered among themselves, clipped voices and tight grips on their clipboards. Each held paperwork.
They didn't have to.
I could smell their fear.
I stopped in front of Kael's cell.
The guards bowed their heads as I approached. I didn't acknowledge them.
I stepped inside.
The door sealed behind me with a finality that rang louder than any lock.
