Adyr waited on the rooftop for a while under the broken sunlight filtering through the yellowish clouds.
He let the cold wind touch his skin and cool his anger and bloodlust while his eyes watched the two bodies lying on the ground with calm stillness.
"My prison, huh…" The words slipped from his lips as a faint smile touched them.
He had clearly understood what Mad Scientist meant by that, and yes, he wasn't so wrong.
A prison did not only need to be made of walls, because everyone had their own prisons in life that kept them confined.
For some, that prison had been relationships, making them live their lives for others while ignoring and forgetting themselves, and for some, the walls had been in their minds, turning their days into quiet misery.
