Chapter 425: 427: The Expected Incident

That was his third sigh. in the last two minutes.

He leaned his head back against the moldy stone wall of the detention cell, staring blankly at the flickering torchlight above. Chains clinked softly as he adjusted his position, the scent of old straw and dried blood hanging in the air like rot.

"I knew it. I just knew it." he muttered under his breath.