While lots of Regulars entertained themselves watching fights in the pit, conversations concerning Isaac and how it would have been better if they rid themselves of a puppet remained in the background.
In fact, most of them were here to ensure tonight would be his last. With all of them prepared, even if he somehow escaped, it would be impossible to kill them all.
On the other hand, they would end him in the most brutal way possible.
Meanwhile, the metal door leading to the underground corridor creaked open. Arden descended and shut the door behind her.
She first gazed at Oliver who sat close to the door, then at Isaac lying on the floor inside the cell. He faced the wall.
"I brought something for him to eat. How has he been?" Arden asked while gesturing at the items in a semi-transparent plastic bag.
Oliver looked at Isaac. "He's been crying." He sighed. "I think he might make it through the night."
