Andre

So many things had happened in the little space of three years. Time was as they say, a passing breeze under the cold night which kisses through the skin of men, leaving behind a cold shiver of memories.

Three years ago, Hermes thought his world was completely over. The judge had passed his solicited judgement, doors of the prison had drifted apart and wide, beaming wickedly for his presence.

The cuffs hanging and the shackles dangling from his wrist, he was led into hell in a cell. The inmates were pointing from their dark cells with evil fire glaring out from their eyes, like wild wolves desperate for a chance to devour a prey. They stared, hissing and snaring.

There were on both sides and in every direction, their hands around the metal boundary which was the only thing stopping them from coming for him, and their sights ungodly and threatening in all forms.

Hermes thought he might not survive more than a few days in that terrible darkness among criminals and murderers. Back then,
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