Yorick:
"I need to speak with my parents," I screamed, kicking and striking the bars.
I turned around and looked at the cage.
This was probably where the ones who never wanted to be part of the academy had stayed. Maybe this was where Clementine used to be.
I sat down on the rough ground, staring out through the bars. I could see the clouds outside.
The morning had still not arrived, it seemed.
There were a few criminals in one of the cells, and I had heard they were there for either assault or killing their wives.
I did not know why I was here. I did not suit this place, and I had not done anything wrong.
While sitting in the cage, I kept staring at my hands and the dried blood on my palm. My skin was fully split open from the dagger's sharp end, but it did not really bother me.
How could it, when the accusation against me was so harsh that I could not stop thinking about how Clementine would see me?
