- Frey Starlight's POV –
"This is your last day here, Frey Starlight. Hope you haven't grown too fond of the place."
One of the guards smirked as he stood at the entrance of my cell.
Three months had passed in this cage .. a cell that felt more like a tomb. Time inside Alcatraz was distorted. What should have been ninety days had dragged into three long, bitter years in my mind.
This cell had become almost familiar to me, oddly reminiscent of the dorm rooms I once knew in my previous life.
Three years… they should've been enough to change something inside me. I truly believed that.
I thought they'd be enough to fill the void, to give me a reason to keep moving forward in this cruel, unforgiving world.
But they weren't.
And they never will be.
No matter how long I stay, this world has nothing that can fill the space they left behind.
"…It's not fair… Father…"
